I emailed Oprah...

Funny isn't it? Why should I think that Oprah would really care about the aspirations of an erstwhile success of a man? (This is more an exaggeration than not, as I was only a visitor and observer in elite circles- and that likely they justified because of my talent for their amusement) None of the work I have posted is my best (because most of the iceberg can't just float above the surface, since frozen water is more dense than liquid water) and as such could only work to justify her most likely response to the email (no response at all). But why post such a self-deprecating diatribe? Because it is motivation. I will see the day when the writer becomes me. Until then, let this serve as proof that I called out to at least one luminary from within the plane before I rose out of it, and this post will from that point on be for the pure enjoyment of my accomplished self. Goodnight.