Mr. Knowitall - Primus

I feel as though I'm sucking on an empty bottle, striving in vain to pull another gallon of the finest wine from its cavernous recesses. Despite the fact the bottle never contained anything but sour milk, I somehow believe I can tap untold riches if I only try hard enough.

What is it I fear? Mediocrity? Ridicule? Failure? Methinks it's all of the above. Still, I don't think fear is a sufficient cause for my notable lack in this. I also seem to have a fatal case of ineptitude.

I can't tell if this upward limit is merely the door to the next world or the limit of my universe. I yearn so badly to break through it, but have no idea how. I can't tell if it's merely desire or if I'm actually pushing against the limits of my existence.

"Come further up and further in."

Simplicity. Less is more. The pebble contains the entire world if you only look close enough.

Tell it to Beethoven. Tell it to Drake.

Ai, understanding.