I have come to admire a fiction writer. His gaze stretches beyond the trivial needs of society. He wishes only to explore the vast extent of the human mind.
He is too smart to write about his struggles or gloat about his achievements because they are not his entirely. He may have played the lead role but he wasn’t entirely alone to achieve them, otherwise his efforts would have culminated into naught. He wishes not to teach his mistakes either, for they would only cultivate fear in men and amount to the very loathed failure.
He seeks only happiness and joy of picking at his brain.
That is why there is no writer greater than a fiction writer.