But here is the thing, here is what those around me have told me, what is constantly affirmed each time I speak of what my mind synthesizes and relates:
I understand the incomprehensible, I know the unknowable, I speak the unspeakable! This is what people say, they marvel at my comprehension. They don’t call me a genius or tell me I am brilliant or any of these words to measure intelligence, because it isn’t a matter of pure intellect, it is a matter of what my mind can or cannot grasp! They compare me to themselves, and they find I understand more than they do. I think the things they would not think, I name the things they could not name. I comprehend what they see as beyond comprehension.
I am not saying that this is any burden nor that I am more intelligent than they, for this doesn’t relate to intellect, it’s simply a matter of the functions of the intellect I possess. Do I really comprehend? Do I really see? Are these people, going from their extrapolations of my writing or my daily conversation, correct in their assessments? What do I comprehend? What do I see? What do I see?