Well, you’ve laid your egg and that’s that. You have laid your egg and that’s all there is to it. You step away – you have done what you came to do, you have done what you were supposed to do. You are an egg-laying machine, after all. You could never have done otherwise. When a machine does what it is designed to do, flawlessly and appropriately, then that is time for validation. That is the validation – the very act itself is the validation! The act is its own validation, nothing else is needed. This is the Mystical Secret, that the act is the validation. The word is its own validation, as is the deed, as is the thought – we need look no further. You have come and you have said your piece and now you can withdraw from the scene, your great dignity intact. Your dignity is always intact – you have laid your egg and that is that. You say what you were always going to say and no one can deny you that. Now you can take a step back. Now you can withdraw from the arena – you have merely done what you were always going to have done, that is all. You have done what you were designed to do – you are a machine for saying what you were always going to say, what we all wanted you to say, what you were universally expected and required to say. This is the Great Kingdom of Redundancy, the Most Sacred Kingdom of Redundancy and you yourself are the King. You are the Supreme Monarch and no one will ever deny that. How can anyone deny it? Your dominion is assured for all time; your dominion is eternally uncontested. No one else wants the job, anyway. Your primacy in the scheme of things was assured from the very beginning and so shall it ever be. So shall it ever ever be. Your every act is only ever as it should be, no more and no less than this. You withdraw with dignity – you’ve spoken your piece and that’s that. You have spoken and no one can deny you because that is your right. Your words are sanctified; your words are automatically glorified. Your noble, vaulted iridescent metal head is bent forward in the act of contemplation and a population of a million galaxies awaits the results of your deliberations. You are the Machine God and you unfailingly do what you are designed to do. You always have done.