You and Edith are right.
I don’t.
A memory like an elephant and the precision of an owl.
I do not see it worth defending my intelligence.
Loneliness proves that the times when some authority would have sold me for 24 sheep, a donkey and three cows are over. I create my own monsters now.
There are more categories than desperate or worthless, you can position human flesh in and I rather become a snow leopard than being hunted for my soul.
If you fear me or cannot understand me, reaction, action or verbally, then you may be clever enough to hide in the masses.
Kant:
Zwei Dinge erfüllen das Gemüt mit immer neuer und zunehmender Bewunderung und Ehrfurcht, je öfter und anhaltender sich das Nachdenken damit beschäftigt: Der gestirnte Himmel über mir und das moralische Gesetz in mir.