Dear Journal,

           I was nothing but the mud beneath their boots, the dust upon their shoulders, the scraps they fed to the hounds. But now, I am the very air they have to breath, the clothes upon their backs, the life they wish to live. I died a man and awoke as a god. I AM MORE and I will make sure the entire world knows it.

                              - 𝓔. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮
                              (1605)