Nobody is nothing;

So long as they exist in the mind of another.

It matters not what you think of me;

For what you think of me is more than what I think of myself.

My purpose is only to exist;

To draft art forms in wake of another's denial.

Men's bodies are final, they are frail.

They are glass vessels holding sand.

I am in this world, not of it.

Maybe I will travel through ten thousand lives

Before finding The Answer.