On my own Magnificance

On my own magnificence, I decry that this title stands on it's own magnificence.

But there is a question burning in my mind. The true topic of all-today; If I proclaim my own originality what sort of problems havewill spill forth?

The havewill is essential for an inevitability.

Am I the ego in doing so?
Is the originality crush?

Am I original, or just a non-plus? A grammarian bo-no. A hat for the dumps. A beast of nonsense burdened with the bottom of the barrel.

Perhaps in acceptance of my lack of super-fluidity, my failure to reach critical mass and burn brightly as the gas giant which supports all life on Earth, I have admitted my own greatness.

Perhaps this is how universes are born.
A boy, he suddenly realizes a star he has become.

Jazz Hands.