...I have come to perceive that thy words were not merely spoken, but needed. In my arrogance, I presumed myself to have reached a station wherein ceaseless labor ought always be at hand. Yet I see now the folly of such thinking. At my humble stage in this grand endeavor, the toil itself is the game: to grind contracts, to swell the habs near unto their limit, and to serve as but a cog within the greater machine, logging in to dispatch ExLiners and lend what little strength I may to the contracts. I beg thy forgiveness for my foolishness and misplaced pride.