Inspired by this post, Scott Ott has the appropriate take.

It’s said that in ancient Rome, when the Emperor was in a parade in his chariot, basking in the cheers of the throngs, he always had a slave standing next to him to whisper in his ear, “Remember sire, thou art but a man.” The blogosphere needs one of those occasionally as well.

With apologies to the Bard:

Why, man, they doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men and women
Walk under their huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves….
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth these our bloggers feed,
That they are grown so great?