Crawling into my own head space only reminds me of the mediocrity that climbs the walls of every town and city. Every thought that races furious around my brain screams that I can never be the curious one. Just the One who observes and never truly finds his home. Just the One who whimpers among those who talk big and in arrogant tones.
An unfamiliar thing that never embeds itself in- to my being. Talk of arrogance - everyone has it. Even those who are above it. Even the One who is not amongst the arrogant, because he is alone with it. He does not confide it. For the One who sits alone confides only in himself and shares his arrogance with nobody. Why else would his self indulgent scripture be titled as it is?