Humility is rest. It is a cessation from pointless battles.
Pride was bred into me. It was necessary to survive my home, where I was attacked relentlessly by both parents, in different ways. I have never felt the feeling of safety in my life. This is the truth.
Much, if not most, if not all, of my output on the internet stems from pride. I see this, as I calm down.
I fight, where no battle had been needed. I fight, where no final victory can be obtained. I fight, witnessed only by the crickets, passing birds, and a pig or two. I fight, in the night, under the stars, immune to my own absurdity.
I fight, therefore I am, is a bad motto for a life.
That last was intended as absurdist humor anchored in ridiculous fact.
Some day we may all see clearly. It will be a remarkable day, in many ways.