Consider This

Hiroshima, 1945
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My name is Dr. Manhattan, and I am here to explain myself.

I am the imagination’s manifestation of its own highest ideal;

Not unlike gods, we roam the earth as peasants,

Unworthy of adornement at any rate,

Though something greater forever shadows our consciences.

How would you respond to my own mind,

With its intricacies and methodology?

Could you possibly harness its power?

Read the following, if you dare. It is my letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson, which was produced during a feverish writing session yesterday evening. It is long, but I would appreciate your reflection upon it — both its content and its form.

Linked HERE.

As described to a friend, this essay is one-half poetry, one-half philosophy, and one-half social critique. Thus it is 1 1/2 of everything.