I am made of more, more than ever of that is influence. A credit worthy due hence I appear, only to seem to disappear and forward my prestige, for everything I am but most of all is precious…heady within my example.
Can’t I display my prowess here, and then it is certainly an end but not an end to me. Come over me blessed quietude, quant of essence and vivid my audience’s deception. I have rushed to make it so, proud as that is my magic cast overhead which brings this gale. *Closes his fists at his sides and sends, where across his forearms trends his torrent*
As you see me and I find those dozen pairs of eyes I fan the ripple, providing one conclusion tamed and another wild. A gamble bows my middle whence I turn, and thence another cadence parts proving my expressive ruse…. Glaring for the skeptics lose as I martyr their beliefs. *Raises his hand that caused the storm, holding its current*.
As you continue to see, it’s for me to know that I have not yet bested you unto primal ground. So I rave as magicians rave and reveal one possibility after another; excelling after all loose physical doubt. Even conquered you remain suspended, wishing for more than even God is willing…. But I for one believe that it is more compelling not to know our limitations, and to determine our potential limitless.
*Saying farewell he bowed, and disappeared*
