Parsing words develops the intellect.
It shows life spectacularly,
Frees from the nets of ignorance,
Successfully solves the rebuses of eternity.

Let them call me a bore,
A dull analyst,
A talker —
I cut a tunnel to Truth for myself
Not with the broom of academism,
But with the pickaxe of the Word.

No matter that they ignore my searching,
Considering it a worthless occupation.
They hope they will finish the tower
After all,
Without the cornerstone,
From the Creator and from the neighbor,
Fleeing from the Word.