The parable of the prideful shepperd, for him to hear who needs to.
In the green fields of the land of Bounce-by-the-sea, by the greats cliffs of white lime towering over its shores, there was a sheppard who looked afer his flocks any way he felt he should. He was filled with pride, and filled with self-righteousness, for he did in his youth have some measure of success, such that on this account, he believed he could do no wrong.
He knew the lands well, and drove his flock accordingly, upon hill and meadow, not fearing the sharp cliffs that could have stole his sheeps footing from under them, for he knew where the cliffs were, and he knew the best grazing lands were close to the edges.
After a fierce gale that blew on the lands one night, a great expanse of grazeland was taken by the forces combined of the sea and the howling wind that blew on the lands. This land was among the favorite grazing land of the proud shepperd.
The villagers warned him, telling him "Bring not your flock in such and such meadow, or it will be lost into the waves" to which he would reply " speak not yout lies unto me, for I know the lands better than you fools knoweth your streets"
And so he went, driving his flock into a danger unknown to him, for he was too proud to trust no one else but himself. And so he gat onto the meadow, and watch his flock, and saw that they were uneasy, but drove them still for he could not see that the path was fallen to the sea.
As he drove them, and they increasingly filled with fear, turning this way and that way, he increasingly filled with wrath, whipping his rod this way and that way, crying "forward, you stubborn beasts, shut your blasted snouts, you will go where I drive you or will redden your hides."
Know ye not, proud man, that you will lose your righteous pride as surely as the sheppard would lose his flock when you stubbonly refuse to heed your senses today for what your senses knew yesterday as he did? Turn back before you lose your flock to your own pride, or verily you will regret your folly.
But know ye, proud man that the villagers, whom you called fools, will still care about your person, and that this will sting as much as the loss of your flock, as you will feel even more foolish than your erroneous perception of how foolish the villagers may have been as they told you of the impending danger you and your flock faced.
So do the overly proud ever suffer onto themselves.
Blessed be the sky, for it houses Our Lady, who gives lessons the stubborn men who needs it.
Now, excuse me while I kiss the sky.