Are you significant or alone, or multi-faceted and radiating light into the world?
Will you tumble walls or change the flow of history's river?
Can you rain down fire on the heads of the accursed, or does your fire smoulder alone, it's smoke soon lost into thin air?
Do you gather many heads and ears, or is everything lost to the wind?
Will you live long enough to watch the sun bleach your bones, to crack them open and let your soul escape into the desert night?