"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the wisest of them all?".

The mirror didn't answer me.

It was at that point that I discovered wisdom, although it wasn't really a discovery, because I knew it all along. I don't need to ask anyone else anything, especially not inanimate objects. I already have all of the right answers.

I love philosophy, because I love wisdom, and I am the embodiment of wisdom, so I love myself. Who would've thought? I can just picture the look of surprise on your faces as I'm typing this. You're surprised because, unlike me, you're not already in possession of all of the right answers.

It logically follows that you should all worship me as a god.

Socrates, or rather his false idol 'The Oracle', was completely wrong. I am much wiser than Socrates, because he thought that he was wise for only knowing so little, whereas look at me: I have all of the right answers. What could be wiser than that? Well, besides not just having all of the right answers, but acting on them wisely. But let's sweep that under the rug.

I've got a feeling that Hanover might have written something similar to this before, and that some people might think that I've stolen his material, but even if so, my version is clearly better. Hanover would be a lesser god, at best.