The Nature of Greatness

Have you ever had seasons that mirrored symphonies, when everything jelled and every note fell in key without cue?

Several of my books have been written on the steps of various buildings in uptow
Charlotte beyond the stare of those who consider me homeless, aimless and foolish. If looks could tell, that’s what they said. In this regard, greatness engages only after language paints. Yet success requires a poverty that shames humility and invites hostility, mostly from dreamers for daring to dream. ‘Tis then that they learn to lean on the invisible beams that support, which are hidden from those who refuse to journey. Ironically, these are hidden from jou
eyers themselves. n Yet just when they are about to fall (or resolve to quit), they find themselves marvelously upheld. ‘Tis then that beams are revealed, not to the sight but to the soul. How peculiar is their quality. Held too long, they dissolve and desire asserts its dominion, recommencing the journey. Initially this state makes jou
eyers stoic because of its uncertainty. It’s as if beams don’t exist until suitors exhaust themselves. Only then are they rewarded accordingly; not only rewarded but also reminded of the nature of greatness. n That’s why those who exalt sense can’t perceive their presence. These seek beams before they begin, without which they refuse to journey. Thus greatness eludes and desire disgusts. Their madness prospers the self-help market. Jou
eyers meanwhile maintain their focus despite doldrums and uncertainty, which greatness sought breeds. Yet because of desire doldrums expire eventually and beams appear unpredictably. In time, they become bridges over which we cross. ‘Tis then that we grasp the nature of greatness and hallow the ways of hope.