Pride and conceit stem from the mistaken belief that you are somebody worthy of acknowledgement.
But from whom and for what?

Life may seem perverse: we are all individual in our own way, yet, humanity is vast in numbers.
Therefore, if we are all unique and special, then in fact no one is unique and special.
We cannot all be special.
Our uniqueness is a fact.
But everyone else's uniqueness is also a fact.

In our quest for significance we must face the fact that nobody is significant.
Even the so-called greatest of humans in recorded history are nothing and nobody in the history of the universe.
We are dust motes. We are wonderful, special, irrelevant and ephemeral.