Praise Myself

What I can’t grasp is, that you, dear readers, with so magnificent achievements, as world travellers, photographers, as scientists, artists, poets, philosophers, who so very far surpass, outshine me could ever still like my simple thoughts, simple philosophy, simple pictures, simple music, simple adventures, simple English, simple language, humble Home Page, humble ... 

The men, still like, the women, so feminine, so warm, so dear, would kiss me. 

You, everyone, the whole world, all are very extraordinary,  except me.

But I’m special too, you know? For I am the only one who is different, not special. So, I’m extraordinary, not common, while you all, I would whisper it, are very ordinary, common. Ha. Ha.