Dear Ryan, Rarely do I feel the word 'quintessential' applies - especially in regards to myself. But you have transposed me into the notes of a song, quintessentially. Thank you. When I was first diagnosed (ha.) as a nine, I didn't think I could be sure of my own results. "Who am I to say, what any of this means..." indeed. I tested a few more times over the past few years, ever and always a nine. But, for some reason I kept my results close, replying to the few people I allowed to know "I tested as a nine" in case maybe later my actual number came to light. I never shared the visual caricature that captures the key 9 attributes publicly, because... what if there was something I wasn't remembering, something I wasn't letting myself be honest about? What if eventually I would admit that I have always been a five? As I type this now, being a nine stands out to me from every line. You helped me "see myself through someone else's eyes....