There is a universe outside of you, full of people, of animate and inanimate objects. There is a wave outside of you, a conflict. A support, a mentor. A friend, a foe.
But you want to stay inside. You give yourself that importance. Why?
The universe conspires in making you but you think you know it all and you do not give into what people have to say. You do everything according to what you like. You don’t want to listen to people.
You consider yourself to be superior and others, obviously, to be inferior.