I am a man, I am imperfect. I can’t write a thousand lines of code in a minute. I can’t hold a million words before me at once. I can’t work without rest, without sleep, without exhaustion.
But I am a man. I am creative. I can make leaps of intuition. I can be inspired. A piece of work, noble in reason, infinite in faculty, maybe. I am flawed, I sometimes falter, I sometimes doubt.
I am a man. I do not claim to be more, I certainly do not claim to be less.
A man. Flesh. Bone. Heart.
I have spirit, I have intellect, I have will. I feel, I bleed. I am electric, I sing!
I am a man, I will not go gently. You cannot defeat me. I will not cease this fight.
I touch the infinite.
I am a man. Kneel. Tremble! Despair!
I AM A MAN!
