A place is given to you.
But you would rather ride,
and not just be a horse
arguing among the riders
about who will ride
and who deserves it.
And when you say
with your head held high,
“You do not know yet, who I am,”
you are just a rider
with a scythe of bottomless darkness,
driving the horses into the wilderness.
So do not be the one who plays wrong
to become a conductor,
because when they find out your secret,
they will kick you out of the orchestra.
The Spirit of Truth 