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there are moments when we feel the bristles of greatness brushing at us, when we're in the presence of a force so magnetic and strong it stirs the essence within us. we listen in awe to every account, cling on to each syllable with dear life and hear with such intent that every nuance and inflexion is measured as finely as a tuned instrument.

we seek to become a part of that greatness even as we look within and realise we will never jump across the chasm that separates and distinguishes. we mention the great person often, hoping that people will speak of us in the same mention - he too knew of those great deeds - at the same time chastising ourselves for even yearning to devalue such greatness by aspiring to be of the same league.

and next comes the emptiness and the sorrow that we are not flesh and bones but stick figures only, unable to withstand what barrage this world throws at us. we even cringe as we listen, what more can we expect of ourselves to experience.

when greatness blows in, it is only for a moment before it slips out. greatness is the nimble whirlwind that engages each establishment and inverts our roofs so as to reveal what mettle lies within us.