Cont.

And what is the pulse behind this doubt? That I am eclectic to the core, a mastermind, and my intellectual curiosity has spoiled me. Yet the world thrives on the singular. Try Pascal again: it is better to learn a little of everything than a lot of one thing. Not these days! My curse: I know a modest amount of everything, and everything tantalizes me to a potential career. But I must choose one thing or two, because the world thrives on the singular. I am a rainbow in a monochrome world.

But the devil of the crowd mocks back, filling the cracks of semivictorious silence: the world thrives on the singular.