he spake: "so rude", then, "you made my bio ... gratz".

Bard replied better than mine, "Methinks a mind so small as to dull to one's own hypocrisy must fall upon one's own sword out of sheer spite."

You? Short-sightedness. The feebleness of 100K vs., 500M (and counting?) spoke amply. Nor will I deny jackals their due. Nature must what it will, after all.

I was tempted to abandon making a lampshade out of you. Such smallness denying sufficient material to work with.

Till I recalled the redeeming insight: the more hide is stretched, the more it thins, letting more light shine through.

So, call me then, Ohahsera Katsi'nonhtakstorats ne Kaniekehakeron:non, But don't look for me. I'll choose when I want you to see me, how, where, whether in here or...elsewhere. I don't want your fear. What you think, feel or say means nothing.

To all others, I bend no malice toward you. But this ONE IS MINE.

For, iorahkwawerhon - & I am one with it.