Why does somebody strive for greatness?
Can it be with intrepidness in the face of adversity?
Or the fortune that gets bestowed from the mystery of chance?
How does it matter any more,
To be or not to be,
As I go back to uncivilised world.
What good can I aspire to reach?
and
Why should somebody aspire to be recognised?
To be human means nothing but void on the face of all creation, and
Even my own creation.