Let me start by saying that being six feet tall doesn’t make a human being a man. There are six-foot tall children running around all over the Earth, and there are three-foot tall old souls out there as well. Don’t confuse the number of years that have passed you by as being the hallmark of sound thought or maturity. Some old people die as children.
I will go on to say that there’s something to understand about my life: in the end, I wind up on top. It may take time; it may be a circuitous, frustrating road; but, as Bob Dylan once sang on Idiot Wind, “You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars. After losin’ every battle.” And you want to know the best part? That drives my detractors out of their minds. I am the voice of reason in a world gone mad. And I remember everything. (more…)