A seed puts forth a shoot and thus it grows

With hopes it may become a red, red rose.

But not every blossom

Can be so awesome

And a daisy’s pretty too…, I suppose.

"How dare you climb this mountain!

Do you not know that here man lives in joy?"

Or, speaking to the aspirant, how dare you come into this place of divine grace and perfect joy while carrying your self-pitying, martyr, can't ever win, looser complex? And the traveler blushes in shame, looking down, exhales a guilty exhalation..., but like the cat that ate the canary there is a smugness to this, the self-satisfaction of the bad boy who, although caught, takes pride in his misdeeds. Then, seeing his reflection in the mirror of Truth, true shame arises.