PHD*

I was worried that I had forgotten. That I had lost some valuable chunk of information. And my genius already seemed to lie in the direction of finding out things i was not ready to absorb.

I had oh so many bits of ideas waiting for the years to align into some pattern of logic, to be synthesized so that by my adulthood i would have what i often termed to my children as quick-marrow, the living sense, the core of knowledge about the way the world works....

*PHD=Permanent Head Damage