en quelque sorte quelque chose, quelque part

dug something somewhere from the depths of myself to honor those who honored me, built me up, and took the shackles I had put on. Shackles of Fear and Inferiority. Now I'm standing here, still slightly shaky on my feet, brushing the dust off my shoulders, full of energy, knowing that you're leaving here that you're interested in. Your general interest has led you to me, now let's discover and answer universal questions together. This way of life is the oil in the gearbox. The certainty of progress.