Route to Greatness

I am back - from hell, where else. Welcome, the new world said with a casual wave of hand, welcome to the same old shit. And so here I am, for another bout in the ring. I am a fighter, I know, or at least I like to think so. Fear of change - ah, the enemy of greatness grows in vitality and invincibility with age creeping up. But I have absolutely no intent for greatness. Or perhaps I am destined for greatness, and what I am going through is the mean, the winding route to it. That is a nice thought, almost too nice an image; like a humming bird fluttering, gathering nectar from a narcissus. There is much to be fixed in a man, I have no doubt.