Not all men are destined for greatness, even when greatness is thrust upon them. Not all men want to. Some men, men like me, want to be left in peace in the midst of their own El dorado, before the flesh transforms to dust and the universe repeats it’s sick joke we call ‘Life’.
Even my limited sense of humour could evolve a better joke than that
Life begins at the Hamster wheel, ends in it, and starts all over again. I ask,
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
For it is my calling, to preach what men speak in hushed tones. Let the beauty of love be what you do.