His Obamaness

I am reading "The Autobiography of William Allen White"  and find it  timely that the Sage of Emporia opens with a line from Ralph Waldo Emerson:

All that Shakespeare says of a King,  yonder slip of a boy that reads in a corner feels to be true of himself. 

The  Boy Barack strolls Hotel Street, dreaming of being a sailor, then a captain, an admiral, a commander of admirals until that ultimate day when a spray of Rembrandt light engulfs him and all the world chants his name. Adoringly.