What we want is a niche where we could be the best in what we do. Where there is no such thing as failure, only retribution. What we want is an ovation for our acts, the admission that we have been born for something, For Something. We want this to be the truth, not the fact borne out of commitment or subjection to friendship, love or loyalty. We want the wonder stamped on every audience’s face when we have achieved the impossible and have crossed boundaries into Unreality. We want the sepulchral understanding for our uniqueness and tragedy. We want the impossible, improbable empathy from friends and strangers alike, as impartial and as exact as a mathematical equation. We want freedom from love, humanity and subjectivity. We want Brilliance. We want Superlative. We want Perfection.
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