"I have achieved an exceptional success, and alone, and to me alone unique may this exist; a possibility of no other then, either eternal created, or known making has journeyed towards a victory of such compare; although yet seemingly, by some fierce design there exists no means of capture, nor witness of this, save for the fragility of my mind, and memory; and by those beautiful, and complex creatures whose faculties though great, are of a subtlety that denies their power to convey. Lest an agent yet exists, by deliverance, and by skill could coax that lore from sense to sense; from tongue, to ear, to mind; from knowledge, and thought to wisdom. Try then I may, to out-compete myself, to challenge, and assail, an ego thus entrenched. An assault upon the self, a siege upon the senses, try then I must to calm, this storm awoke internal; one birthed of great acts, and yet marred by base senses; for senses are those devices that may yet give rise to such proclivities. Helix as shape, my thoughts assume; and braided are my leanings; yet to trust I place the value of my word, to shield from derision, and scorn; although by creeping does doubt approach; should I have done not what I have done, and risk no reward resulting? A being extant before the course thus taken. Or instead achieve, what I have achieved; unlocking a portal to chance through which little glory have I received. How? How can I conjure these thoughts? Is the journey not its own reward? I am an ally, and enemy to myself both; although through choice is my power won, and that choice do I now procure; positivity, avidity, and zeal. I will make it so."