So what is it that eats away within today, which causes this unease and unrest? Indeed: it is arrogance. The arrogance of my soul and my writing, and the realisation that it there in full view for everyone to see, dragging me down and far away from my desired destination. And how does this happen? The noise of the world and the clamour of the crowd sends me off in different directions, away from introspection and self-restraint. Instead of looking within at the vast diseases right in front of me, I find myself occupied by the matters of no real concern, which only increase me in self-righteousness and conceit. I wonder what comes next.