The truth of the matter was something much more subtle and tremendous than any plain physical miracle could ever be. But never mind that. The important thing was that, when I did see the stars (riotously darting in all directions according to the caprice of their own wild natures, yet in every movement confirming the law), the whole tangled horror that had tormented me finally presented itself to me in its truth and beautiful shape. And I knew that the first, blind stage of my childhood had ended.

One must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.

I have encountered riotous mobs and have been hung in effigy but my motto is: Men's rights are nothing more. Women's rights are nothing less.