I’m not sure when I first realised that the old Greeks had it right, daemons (or ‘demons’?) do exist, but it was a while back. It came to me the way knowledge comes to us sometimes, slowly and quietly like a lover in the dead of night. Even before the idea was fully formed though, I realised on some level that oftentimes the daemon and the splinter of light that shone in someone’s soul were one and the same. I think what took me longer to figure out was that the daemon was, and is, also the genius. And as such, like the recklessness that accompanies youth, you cannot sacrifice the one without the other. If the daemon is coaxed into slumber, so too is the genius anesthetised.