'Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.' Ralph Waldo Emerson.... or some other quotable sage.
So I am great..... because I am often misunderstood?
A rhetoric question that...
I do know that I am great. Just because you are tempted to disagree does not negate that fact. You will be considered great too should you have the strength..... yes, the strength I said, to resist the temptation to call me out on this so obvious falsity.
You feel impelled to point out that greatness is not, nay, cannot be self appointed. You will more likely than not be quick to point back at history... at those figures of greatness that were Jesus... and Galileo, and Newton and what have you.... and ask that I compare.... or compete with their accomplishments.
But you will have missed the point.... entirely missed it.
And the point here being? You should ask. And in so asking, admit that indeed you did miss a point.... though a point there be none.
See, I am not in the habit of making points.... nor am I in a rush to break that said habit... or lack there of. I speak... or write; to write... or speak, for the mere sake of it.... be it speaking or writing. And therein lies my greatness.... right there in my speech.... or literature... whatever the case may be.
So in an effort to demystify this misunderstanding that makes great men great..... I suffer to ask... Should I intentionally misunderstand misunderstood men... great men that is, would I then succeed in understanding them and in that way strip them of their greatness?