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  I am the owner of my might!! I know myself as unique. Every higher essence above me, be it God, be it man, suffocates my uniqueness. The pain of realities whip, leaves the most soul crushing of a sting. I am mearly a slave who is inwardly free. What is my might to the powers at the lead? God plunges down into this world, becomes flesh, then wants to fill it with himself and his words. I plunged into this world, history is the only way to be remembered, i must become uniquely reknown threw my words and actions. To the egotist, and i am ego. Only history has value, because i develope myself, and only history can cement it eternally....   


          Based off Max Stiner's 
                     The Ego and its Own