God made me autistic, he didn't give me much choice.
It's a big conspiracy, I must say.
I'm his soldier, and I don't have a way not to be.
Wise, he realized what the world was running out of; what the world needed.
For that, he casted the spell of autism.
And in the cure of autism, he hid the cure for the world.
He is a very talented poker player.
One day, he told me:
"You're lost in your world, and there is only one way out."
"Whatever you do for your self, you will be autistic."
"Whatever you do for one self, it can potentially, eventually, somehow, perhaps, end up becoming artistic."
"So you better do that."
So I went ahead and started reading Shakespeare.