To drink whiskey while others whine

Let us all bathe in mediocrity until the stench of our potential greatness has been washed clean and our condition no longer threatens the hearts of the weak.  Let us dim our own light so as not to blind those who are unwilling to commit to illuminating their own brilliance.  Let us dull the blade of our vernacular so that the childish center of man need not worry himself with the dangers of its incision.  After all it is not fair that some men should have to sit second to another despite being born of equal opportunity.  Drench yourself with gallons of the finest cologne so as not to send scent of your true character.  Sit high upon a thrown of the finest jewels that those in your presence will mistake their shine for that of your quality.  Let the women that we do these things for forever be blind by the faux greatness that is created in our own image.  Too great an emphasis devoted to the pursuit of self-expansion, to growth internal, analogous to that of a wild oak should be reprimanded with the incessant beat of any dubstep track.   Better to be small minded and looked upon in a big way than the antithesis for there truly is fewer fates worse than that of obscurity.  Anonymity is a disease that we all devote copious resources to cure.  In doing so we become the mirror image of those we surround ourselves with and gladly take the role as the most unique sheep In a heard of seemingly unique sheep. 

To drink whiskey while others, wine.  That is Divine.