No longer do I not seek praise, I demand it never come. To what do I owe this pride in my heart and my preference of self over others? To what do I owe this preferential love I grant myself? And what of my instant pardon that I bestow upon me the moments my faults arise? What have I that I have not by loan? Which accomplishment have I made independent of the world to which I owe my being?
Humility is the natural stance in the face of the creator. Pride is an obvious lie if only we “look behind the curtain” to see for ourselves that pride stands 50 feet in the air but does so supported by nothing at all. It’s only a matter of time before it falls.