Maybe the reason why we aren't doing great things,
is because we aren't great people.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence - whether much that is glorious - whether all that is profound - does not spring from disease of thought. For I was born a warrior, one who defied the odds by surviving the most gruesome battle of them all - the race to life itself. And now that I am a giant, why do I even doubt victory against smaller numbers and wider margins? The only walls that exist are those I have placed in my mind. And whatever obstacles I conceive, exist only because I have forgotten what I have already achieved. There is a higher existence out there for me. I swear, one day, I shall reach it.
