So, next week I have to face another judgment, another appraisal of my worth----Granted, it may be that I am worth a little, but my mind is not captivated by the electronic line squiggling across the screen, or the perverse notion that others are less. But, instead, I am captivated by their worthiness, and the extension of our combined humanity into that other world of tomorrow and beyond. The plagiarist, the tacky peddler loaded down with bags, and the broken, departed pig is meaningless to the lips of hegemony. 

I am tough enough to suffer.

Please, don't apply to read it, or write it, or construct it into any digital, childlike, playfulness; instead, leave it alone, and let it swing by the juggler's ears.