When you see Me in the incandescence of the marketplace, amongst the buzzing flies and loudmouth charlatans, a simple acknowledging nod is suffice. Do not attempt to stop Me, for I will stride right past you–defiantly.
You will know Me by the black grime under My fingernails, brooding brown eyes, and disconnected disposition.
I do not care about your petty praises, save them for the self-important–the ones who count their counterfeit likes and fabricated followings on social media.
Do they not understand that those numbers are irrelevant and subject to the whims of their pseudo admirers, who care more about a follow-back than a genuine relationship?
Do they not understand that their time on earth is limited, and there is work to be done, legacy to be cultivated, self-mastery to be reaped?
Do not burden yourselves with such pathetic sycophants, for their existence will be null and void by the discerning verdict of time.
Thus spoke, The DragnMastr.