The Quiet Intellectual

 He lived a quiet life, yet perpetual noise cluttered his head. 
He spent his life searching for cracks in the edifice of knowledge, 
Tangents a' plenty which o’erthrew his paradigms of study, 
Ripples of scientific revolution that rolled through his lakes of solitude. 
Books he opened, skimmed through, dissected at every angle, 
With all the fortitude of an ambitious warlord slaying the Titans of Earth, 
Lashing his way through terrains of terror, reminding himself 
With each vengeful slash that every ounce of effort would pay off 
In the world to come; that one day he, too, could change it 
In bigger ways than a warmonger ever could.