The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.
Because every book of art, be it a poem or a cupola, is understandably a self-portrait of its author, we won't strain ourselves too hard trying to distinguish between the author's persona and the poem's lyrical hero. As a rule, such distinctions are ...
...in the business of writing what one accumulates is not expertise but uncertainties. Which is but another name for craft.
