If I’d invented a pain-free, instant cure for cancer at the age of 7 – in between perfecting battery-powered cars, bringing peace to the Middle East and becoming the youngest person to sail round the world on a car tyre – showing the faintest whiff of ‘pride’ in these achievements would made me Little Lord Fauntleroy and got me a righteous lecture from my parents about how they’d done all that at the age of 6 while having to walk to school 10 miles in the snow in bare feet with consumption and living on handfuls of maggots.
So no, I have no delusions of grandeur.
Think Sufi taking over the world wouldn’t be that bad, tbh.