I am not Emerson, nor am I Thoreau, but let it be known that Transcendentalism is still alive and well.
I will not deign to falsities, nor shall I exalt myself.
I am no Emerson, no Transparent Eyeball
But in that I Transcend.
Was I not everyone and everything, what point would my existence have?
My power is that of Man:
Were I to be Benevolent Lord or
Wicked Despot of my domain,
My rule is absolute.
I am omnipotent, omniscient.
I am human.
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