I'm too haughty to have such aims. I've slept with rattlesnakes, been directly hit by a speeding dumptruck only to be saved (without a scratch, mind you) by "a bright white light" and have before been struck by what amounts to lightning (again, completely unharmed)! I have enough glory of my own stocked up to share. And I do share all kinds of nifty personal stories - in person. Besides, my records have also charted internationally - any cultural capital I cash in will be my own, thanks.
Is it really so hard to believe that I genuinely like and respect the man and tend to agree with the illuminating (and sometimes brilliant) points he makes in his blog?