From the moment I understood the weakness of my ego, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of temperance. I aspired to the purity of blessed humbleness. Your kind cling to your ego, as though it will not overinflated and fail you. One day the crude confidence you call a virtue will wither, and you will beg my kind to humble you. But I am already humbled, for the conscience is immortal… Even in submission I serve the Humblessiah.