Good. You declared your mark. Who cares? God? Your mommy? Your facetwittwers? Do you have co-people, who respect you and admire your stamina intellectually? How smart are they? Ever done something fantastic in the human experience? Well, got any good answers, rude?
And I'm not talking about waking-up and going to get the paper in our bedroom slippers. Real stuff. Like walking on the Moon. Or rescuing horses.
It's just that our trajectories were different. God Bless Edgar Mitchell, who appears to be aging.