“Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound…”
Donal Graeme penned an absolutely brilliant, eloquent and in–depth explanation of my work while melding it with his own:
I am compelled to say, these past few days have given me a tremendous and wonderful feeling of vindication.
More than a few in the ‘sphere have recently mentioned – online or in private conversations – that there is much greater and deeper wisdom in my work than would appear at a glance.
The reason Donal’s post, specifically, lifts my spirit is that he proves what I said to Lucky Lothario here:
I have said, countless times:
80–Proof Oinomancy was not chosen on a whim.
Am I “the smartest man in the ‘sphere”?
No, I don’t believe I am.
Do I possess a vision that few – if anyone, at all – shares?
Very much so.
Everything I write, from the lyrics I choose to the final line of the post to tone itself, is crafted to have meaning.
Meaning to those that are ready to hear the message, at any rate.
In fact, the post you see as gibberish today will be clear tomorrow.
Or next week.
Or next year.
I’ve been doing this for nine years.
I know that of which I speak.
It’s my mission.
Do I have a “messiah complex”?
I have, instead, a “John the Baptist” complex.
My poverty and bad neighborhood are my “camel–hair shirt”.
Who am I?
I’m Tesla feeding pigeons by the waterside.
I’m Preston Tucker working in his first garage.
I’m H.P. Lovecraft scribbling in Providence at dusk.
I’m van Gogh* painting with materials his brother purchased.
I’m nobody now.
I’ll likely be nobody until I die.
But I know my place in the grand scheme.
I’ve seen it.