That its what you need says nothing about your ability to attain —let alone provide— it for yourself; From what fount will those necessary skills suddenly pour forth; what embodied spirits visit the needy–surely not those for which they want, lest they be rich. From which procedural pools of knowledge will your intuition drink at height of thirst, and atop what hard-won and pridefully climbed mountain will your solemn confidence and self-esteem reside, conferring you courage for such a journey, as your inner needy beggar, shining the hopeful, lying light of hubris sirens you drunkenly upward?; Or perhaps Hubris is hope itself, of fool-ish redemption; but beware ambition’s invitation. Hoof marks of brave sheep ahead the pack soon stir sideways glances amongst all animals. No, high chins and noses who cannot smell true north betray us all. Even a poor wolf is the better of the finest fleece, and envies his jacket in the night.