... I am not an ordinary; I am the one among you who is alive, not only are my eyes different, and my hearing, and my sense of taste, not only is my sense of smell resemble an Irish Wolf Hound, my sense of touch like a Molinidrae Bat, but, most importantly, I have the capacity to conjoin all of this in one point, and no, the secret has not yet been revealed, even this is but the flint, and I haven't even begun to speak of the day you rushed out, the day my thoughts became yours, and how your thoughts are now crowding around the invisible umbilical chord that joins this world to something else...