Stephen Dedalus

You'll know me by my contradictions: a mind too sharp for comfort, a soul too burdened to flee. I’ve walked away from God, country, and family not with ease, but through fire. I dissect beauty with Aquinas, and I find it in the curve of a girl’s leg in the sea, not the sermons of my youth. I speak of quidditas, but still feel the chill of the chapel and my mother’s tears. I will not serve — but I remember everything.