The adoption of this ‘novel’ identity was not an instantaneous development. My efforts at compositional sophistication have been often misguided. Simplicity is key. The mot juste of a composition is often the least expected and most suitable towards the integration of the final work. The written page was the proverbial mot juste towards the integration of a self; my humanistic and intellectual development was nearing completion upon the adoption of this novel identity. I have come to the realization that the criticisms and comments of others contain no merit. My persistence negates their argument.
My thoughts warrant verbalization, which in turn, warrants actualization. And once the proper arrangement of syllabi has garnered existence upon the page, I equitably follow suit.