From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was. An obstacle was there that changed the pattern of my actions and the manner of my life. An obstacle was often there to stop me when Iβd begin to speak. From my most unnoticed actions, my most veiled writingβ from these alone will I be understood. But maybe it isnβt worth so much concern, so much effort to discover who I really am. Later, in a more perfect society, someone else made just like me is certain to appear and act freely.