Faqirs take the opposite way. They like what they dislike. That is the reason why you may read that Mahadeva, Shiva, drank poison and wore skulls and bones around his neck, because no one would like to be in a grave among the dead. A snake is always pictured around his neck; by this the conceit, the ego, the nafs, is crushed. To every little man, to every boy faqirs say "father", thinking, "He is the father and I am the son." To every little woman they say "mother", thinking, "She is much greater than I am." To all they say, "I am your servant, I am your humble servant, your obedient servant."