A man, a dream, a tennis racquet, and satchel full of Clozapine.

Geez, after the last few news posts i was in need of a little calming, centering insight, and maybe an exercise or two. Google gives me this guy instead.

I'm making the claim of being a renaissance genius.
To be a renaissance genius, it requires me to prove
that I'm at least a double genius. Not a half of a genius
or a genius and a half, but a genius of two or more
disciplines.
I'm claiming to be the genius of art and tennis.

Me? I am the Walrus. With a much improved backhand, by the way.