Keep your Eurekas, your roulettes, your artifacts so fleeting and frail. I have no use for them. They are distractions, annoyances, a waste of my precious time. Instead, reward my long years of loyalty with purpose, with meaning, with choices to make along a path of destiny. I don’t demand success. I don’t demand the power to level mountains. What is success if it comes easily other than mediocrity? What is power if nothing useful is achieved? I have endured a life of hardship simply to be here, don’t waste my time with distractions and charletry.

(cont'd)