I may, or may not, be one of the world's great people. Who cares? I don't. What I do know is how very unusual I am, in my way of seeing reality. This is the one point I consistently attempt to communicate.
If I can do it, so can others. It's like discovering radio. Or life on Mars. It's important enough to communicate to other members of my species. Somebody has to know what others don't, or where would we be?
Yet, for all my efforts, I am consistently judged as egotistical, for thinking I know something other people don't.
That I could not possibly know whatever it is, because nobody else does.
Ergo, whatever it is must be rubbish.
You see my problem?
Remove whatever you may think about me, or my motivations, and what is left?
Whatever it is, is still there, unless it has been dismissed as lunacy but those who dismiss anything they, themselves, do not know, as lunacy.
I say I am probably one of those all-time-greats, because that is probably what I am.
I didn't set out to be. That was never my aim. I still could care less what anyone else may consider me to be.
The only important thing here, is what I have to say.
If it is true, mankind takes a leap towards the stars.
If it isn't, then so what?
Read the comments of Tree. He has an attitude worthy of study.
He doesn't know if I know WTF I am talking about. How could he?
But what I have to say interests him sufficiently, and he has enough respect, to probe and question, without letting himself get in the way.
I like him. Of course I do. He is functional, reasonable, and open to things he doesn't know.
Whether or not I know what he wants to know is immaterial.
His attitude is that I might.
And he's going to do his best to find out.