The gauntlet, please take it with you. Fellowship is not an exchange of ego-gratification. One upping, dominating verbally or otherwise and public shaming to elevate oneself is low value manhood. I shall not speak with you again, unless of course you adopt some manners and remember that God hates when men sow discord in the Body.

Granted, I will never measure to your stature or reasonably mimic your style, grace, magnanimity or intellect so I shall not make attempt. I am a boring, lowly educated, backwoods, plantation boot boy, happy and resolved to the station of cleaning up after your glorious efforts at saving the world. I am content in my contentment.

Please allow me to assist in your quest, ambition and aspiration by simply stepping out the way giving you ample room to plan your and execute dismount. I am not here to do anything but follow this skinny path, help others while loving God and all He made in His image. Anything that I feel must be said is better saved for discussion with myself or those of lower station.

Your ears are far too important to soil with my lowly speech or to hear the echoes of a man accustomed to shallow reason. To the deep set sail for valor and namesake. Men of my ilk find no fame, no shame or glory in having made a name for ourselves. May God alone use me to bring honor to His works and wonder as I want none for myself.