Acknowledge, Loyalty, Mudhole

Solipsistic for me to say, perhaps, but my acknowledgement of something, someone, makes it makes them so.. For what are they in the whole world I am, that each man constitutes in of himself, but what are other words, worlds, to this "I"? What but blindspots and inarticulate mud holes, if that, can anything be if not blessed by my knowing, by a home within the confines that border my periphery. And I demand fealty, fierce allegiance of my subjects and objects of my kingdom...Christ, give a man the tiniest bit of power and he loses his mind! I don't want to play God or King—take this rag and my mind and begone!