In My Own Little Corner, In My Own Little Chair

“Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.”
—Napoleon Bonaparte

I want glory. Not empty praise or polite attention, but well-deserved recognition by a whole LOT of people. As Pliny the Elder wrote: “True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read.” That’s the very definition of MuseHead. Obscurity is not an option. MuseHead is brilliant and throngs of people should be streaming to this fount of enlightenment.

I know chasing glory isn’t spiritually correct. I’m supposed to nurture humility and let God lift me up in due time. But it’s become obvious to me that God and I have radically different concepts of due time. I’m due, man, and I can’t wait around for Deity to figure it out.

Cicero understood me at least. “In men of the highest character and noblest genius,” he wrote, “there is to be found an insatiable desire for honour, command, power, and glory.” That’s me: highest character and noblest genius. How can anybody read MuseHead and not see that?

The words of Diderot ring in my ears like prophecy: “The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action.”

Democracy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.