My Salty Valentine's Day Missive ~ to the faceless hordes of the internet ::: Do not flatter yourself that because you have not so witnessed, I have not so done, or that because you have not so heard, I have not so declared. Moreover, do not deceive yourself that My Declaration is not every bit as significant -- nay, even moreso! -- in shaping the world around you as that of those you fancy, upon whom you lavish your attention. That I have no large tent or platform upon which to operate does not diminish one whit the scope or success of my operation. That I have no name as renowned and familiar to the common rabble as a pop star's or even a published novelist's does not even remotely indicate whether or not I have done what I have done, said what I have said. That you have no awareness of my Work has no bearing upon its permeation or efficacy, for unlike all those in your line of sight, Mine does not require acceptance, approval, accolade, adulation, adoration, affirmation, or even acknowledgement at all, to take root where I have planted it, to flourish where I have nurtured it, or proliferate in quantum reverberation- and reflection- based rapid replication at such pace as it accelerates according to the momentum of its own volition. Nor should you chafe that you cannot read the signature upon it all so plainly as My own. Dear reader, it matters not if you are peer or rabble; when you are worthy of comprehending, beyond all that is subject to vexation, corrosion and decay, precisely who I am -- when you are worthy to gaze upon this form and see ME, instead of whatever ridiculous goblin-infested illusion holds you spellbound -- WHEN you are truly able to comprehend what I mean when *I* say "I Am, and My glory I shall not give another" -- THEN, and only then, will you read clearly that signature whose letters elude you, and know all My works as Mine. Until that day, drown in all the maya you please -- and I will continue about My Work. It is of no concern to M...