A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
A futuristic (in a scientific way) circus conductor. Actually it would be a nice idea. Going from city to city performing scientific feats. And it would be ideal for an intp 8w7. Uncommon combination actually.
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere