And this man has made me feel as though I’m losing my mind just as he had. I identify with you way too much Mr. Kleist. It terrifies me but sends my brain into a primal frenzy of logical loops and gives me an intellectual bloodlust I never thought imaginable. I would say you died too young, but no. You planned it all out. Kleist you died just in time to write enough stories and plays that would drive me to read every last word you wrote.