The world was always a place of silence,
of congenital shame—even before those days
in 1967, four years before you met your love. Your
strength grew belatedly, fertilized as it was in the
knowledge that you were nothing. Your life did
not matter to anyone, except to hurt you…
No Less than the Trees and the Stars, an unfortunate situation in 1967, offers another view of a life-changing discovery.