You know your place in My world. What you really "mean" to Me, if you can call it that. Because the truth is, you mean nothing at all to Me, except when you're paying. You pay to get Me to care. To get Me to acknowledge your existence, there's a price. And you oblige every single time because that's your job. That's what you do. You're a loser who pays and jerks. But to Me? You're nothing but a wallet.