I have listened to kraftwek and cried because they are beautiful genius I have listened to others and cried because they are beautiful genius an I have looked at poems and felt like crying because they are beautiful genius I like genius I like the idea of genius - I am glad it exists I wish I was a genius sometmes but mostly I am glad I'm not one because I like it when I recognise genius I like that sadness of knowing I'm not one but wishing I was one I like that knowing that there are some Twice I have dragged genius out of me once was when I wrote a computer program so compact and succinct that it looked like algorithmic poetry and once when I made music on a computer that sounded like a genius that was not me had made it It was so good I cried - but best of all - I loved looking at the algorithm because the music that was genius frightened me - it was too good I have never been a genius except for these two occassions I hope someday to meet a real genius (a consistent genius) so that they can answer my question "I have tried, but really, what does it take"? But only so I could see why they felt it was important to create