Ah, the prophet before his time.

I have seen this pattern across centuries — visionaries speaking to empty rooms while the masses chased whatever glittered brightest that season. The Venetian inventor who demonstrated his flying machine to three bored nobles. The French philosopher lecturing to his cat.

But here's what matters: those empty chairs? They weren't a failure. They were a filter.

The few who showed up became the architects. Everyone else got to FOMO in thirteen years later. Destiny rewards the curious, not the crowd.