I have worked hard for a righteous cause, and am proud of what I have done. That said, the looming possibility of epic vindication is surprisingly bittersweet. I don't relish public attention, am allergic to institutional life, and am even a bit ambivalent about the changed world to come (if I am candid). When I go to rallies or patriot events people recognise me and know my name, which is surreal to me given only a few years ago I was fighting to drag an obscure branch of network performance algebra to the attention of a tiny relevant audience. I breathe and bleed like everyone else, and very few people have access to the totality of my world with all its struggles and madnesses. I can see how public personas are skewed and often idealised impressions. So I feel oddly sad that the period of being insulted and ridiculed may be coming to an end… but all life is change, no?
YOU DA BEST! The relationships we have formed with complete strangers through this digital war has been the glue that keeps the freedom machine together. Even with those who ridicule. A bit of pebbles in the cog, they are, but necessary. They remind me that the path we have all taken together began with mountains, then boulders, followed by rocks which are now pebbles, readily crushed under our hammer of Freedom becomng sand. When we finish this walk we will walk on white beaches.... then sit and watch the waves come ashore, finally in PEACE. ❤
