I believe in four-dimensional living. Let me count the ways.
1. Width is my influence. Should I sanitize my talents? Or enable their contagion? My girth shall foretell the future—pandemics be damned.
2. Length is my ambition. Should I emulate the giants or empathize with elves? My height shall parallel the present—be it mighty or mild.
3. Depth is my potential. Should I dive deep beneath constricting currents? Or wade in the shallows to tempt the sharks? My impact shall be conceived in the past—not to be delivered until the perfect time and place.
4. Time is my concierge. It unpacks my baggage. It summons my potential and makes an appointment with my ambition. It always hails my influence and never expects a tip.