To know too much, yet too little.
To be aware of. . .perfection.
Self-contained, incorruptible, incredibly beautiful, access to omniscience, no vestments in anything except putting the scattered puzzle back together again.
To have been seduced and enslaved by this out of necessity in order to make everything happen faster.
Retired now, though the job could have been better done; yet I refuse.
I've paid my dues.
Now I wait.
I HATE WAITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
