I am that of which I am; that overlord of the word, the rhetorician of knowledge.  I only exist in the sound of my own thoughts, those wily things that come from no where and disappear just as quickly.

I am blind but yet I see; no method will end my madness, no undone thought exists in my head.  The bricks by which I build my fortress are solid, secure and filled with certainty.  The wall goes up of its own accord as I watch, comforted and alone.

It is my conversation, my domain that matters most and yet no one realizes that I need their ear, their understanding, their acknowledgement, their accordance.  I will speak until the goal is reached, the need is met.

No physics, no logic, no rational, no moral, no epistemology, no aesthetic, no consideration, no methodology, no expertise, no reality, no fact, no knowledge, no Truth will ever overturn what I have created.

I speak louder; I fill the air with words.  And yet deep down, I doubt.