I am grateful to be writing these words. I am grateful to be known. Sometimes I despair at being truly great or noble or a creator of the beautiful but then I take a deep breath and look to the heavens and whisper a prayer of thanks that I don’t have to be any of those things. And in truth, most likely far better for myself that I am not in that maelstrom of the great. Who wants to be great, anyway? Mostly just a lot of unnecessary bother. Still I am sad because I want to create something beautiful for I see the beauty that surrounds me and it causes my heart to skip a beat and my hand to tremble and I ache for the thrill that runs through my heart. Still yet? I am grateful to be known. And I am grateful to be writing these words.