For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.
Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.
Heaven knows where I'll end up - it's a safe bet I'll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be.