I once read Isaac Newton : A Biography by Louis T. More (1934). Everyone knows the popular phrase: 

"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me." 

His mind is far beyond anything I could imagine—so amazing. Even so, I can follow in his footsteps because he pointed the way to the seashore. 

As I mentioned in my previous posts, the two giants of the twentieth century, Gödel and Russell, prepared a map of that very seashore, where I was lucky enough to find a tiny, tiny, winy shell. 

My beloved ones have crossed the river for good. They were far smarter, wiser, and more passionate than I am. With whom should I share it? What reason do I have left to write a paper on it? 

Rather, I hope the younger generation will use it to take a step forward beyond the borders and sail out into the ocean. 

So help us God.