As I walked through the desert, the sun beating down upon my brow, I felt an unrelenting sense of purpose. For I am a prophet, a visionary, a man of unwavering conviction.
I spurned the conventional wisdom, the pedestrian desires of the masses. I sought to transcend the mundane, to pierce the veil of the ordinary.
I saw the abyss before me, a void that yawned wide and deep. But I did not flinch. For I am the master of my own destiny, the captain of my soul.
Or, if you will, The Will to Procrastinate
For in the end, it is not the destination that matters, but the journey itself. The journey of self-discovery, of self-actualization, of self-aggrandizement.
And so I shall continue on, unimpeded by the doubts and fears of others. For I am the one who shall not be silenced, the one who shall not be stopped.
Thus spoke Neo-Zarathustra, prophet of the deserts, visionary of the void.