📝Neurosis of The Great

Dear Greats,

Time turns - we sway.

Staying upright is a heavy task when pain attacks, yet upright you must stay.

For the people you love, the people you protect, they demand it.

They are your soldiers, without them you are frail, to them all gifts must go.

Aligned in futures to come.

Greatness comes for those who WILL the extreme.

The extreme satisfies a need for perpetual irritation. The itch you cannot scratch - you seek to scratch it until your dying breath. This is the Neurosis of The Great.

No price too great for the quest deadset.

The King does not see the sun set, he merely closes his eyes.

Tomorrow his itch shall be scratched, as peace envelops him.

The only release is death. Irritation evaporates as it has no further surface to scratch.

Attack today, attack tomorrow, the end is near. Hold back at your own peril. Give your gifts and leave nothing behind.

Your soldiers will carry you on.

Your deepest well-wisher,

Reza
Be Empowered.

I guess if you’re reading this then you’re already one of the Greats.