Must no mortal disparage your tranquility,
For although you speak in tongues and write in runes,
Your mien inspires in me good graces.
I’m beholden to justify your metaphysical excesses,
Verily so, good stranger for I do not yet know you,
Even so, I am preordained to venerate your incomparable being.
You have been assigned august appellations,
And I allow myself be steered, unhesitating
Into your teeming, unsighted, middling cohorts.
*Having meant to write for some time now on the phenomenon of hero worship.