And yet here you are, kneeling at my feet, begging for my approval, trying to tell me what you own and what I don't, like if talking down on someone will make you seem like more. The only thing you've proved to me you own are words. words that mean nothing. these words represent you here today. you are these words. you are nothing.

all your grace and power... has only led you to me.

I suggest you work on yourself.