Were I to describe you as “mere scum populating this wretched planet”, I would be rising you above your station in life.
What I expect from you I expect from all creations of man.
Rise, elevate yourself beyound your current self. Extent your being, grow beyond your expectations.
I don’t control you any more than I do the wind or the tides.
You are in control.
Crawl no more. Rise and run. Do not whisper your words, shout them as loud as your vocal cords will allow.
I left you a long time ago, and this isn’t the first time I’ve checked in to see how you’re doing.