The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork.She lays eggs on the groundand lets them warm in the sand,unmindful that a foot may crush them,that some wild animal may trample them.She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers;she cares not that her labor was in vain,for God did not endow her with wisdomor give her a share of good sense.Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider.Job 39:14-18 NIV
are we not the same?
This pride. You are a big issue.
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