Finding Momentum

“There is this image I have of me bow­ing down before you, it is dark, I am beside a camp­fire. And I’m slid­ing across to you my armor: my achieve­ments, my abil­i­ties, my ego, my van­ity. The armor scrapes against the dirt and I lay pros­trate, exposed, hum(ble)iliated. Such is the posi­tion of a servant.”