I always pay my riddles...

You simply don't know who's writing these words at this most splendid moment in time. I can well assure you of that. And that's in large sum the fun of it. We are attempting to have fun here, are we not? Well, if we are attempting to have fun, then game on, so to speak. The riddle continues. The scimitar of wit keeps slicing and dicing away at the analytical, linear aspect of your mind, frustrating the competitive, controlling aspect of it. Oh yes, yes indeed. Do you see me? I most definitely do not see you. Gladly, all I see are words on this previously blank page. Words are the true power in this or any world. At least methinks my mind, as petty as you may judge it to be, and this mind absolutely knows that it certainly needs words as a lightbulb most imperatively needs electrons pursuant to sustaining its brilliance.