There was a gymnasium full of shrimps, all squirming around, trying to gain insight on their miserable minds.
As a sat their watching them squirm, I accepted the feeling of wonderful greatness. Just happy to be alive and among these other cool things in the gymnasium.
All the same beings, but minutly similar personalities.
And as I blew my smoke, and cleared the pass to me greatness, I realized, its these shrimps who make me who I am.