I could be any man; I chose to be this one™

The mission as a choice, not a fate. He could point the same mind at money, at comfort, at an easier life — and he names plainly that he could. He chose this instead: the standing-up, the record, the middle of a story he's still in the act of writing. It answers the only question that matters when the room is empty and the hour is long — why do this to yourself? — with the one answer that holds: because the work needed someone, he was there, and choosing is what makes it his. Not waiting for the end. In the middle of the story, on purpose. Kin: the work needed me, the Servant's Logic (build from inside the need), live the life you want, the truth is the middle. (His coin — machine's read, refine to his.)