Like an inception, an idea had been planted somewhere in the depths of my psyche, and over the course of a couple of years, that idea grew, and festered, and churned until what had been a vague, weightless, transparent idea had become a chunky, gooey vision that had adhered itself to every free space of my mindspace.
Mr. Furious. Philosopher
The Ubermensch. The justification for thousands of Wall St. anal goblins, Randian dweebs, and untold numbers of petty and crude middle-manager types.