I feel like the presence of swag is something of a nature vs. nurture thing; one is capable of improving upon and growing his swag, so to speak, but in order for it to be grown, it has to be there in the first place. I believe I was born with a swag seed inside of me, a seed that has since grown into a virile plant of unending, unmeasurable, space-distorting swag. No man is an island, but every man with swag has an island of swag contained within him as a locus of control--a Swagnesia if you will. My Swagnesia is growin' all day erryday; once again, you know how it is, brah.