you are simply not willing to die for the heroic, for principles. you must always reduce the sacred down to the practical and material, and /communal/ "how many do you have". perhaps a time is coming when one last righteous man remains in the world? the whore has not made an impression on your soul as strongly as it does mine. these people, this is why they do these things in the first place in the absence of a man like me. the king sits alone on his throne. perhaps to you that looks dangerous, but it has been the case by which great cultures arise. men like me, not you. that's perfectly fine, we don't all have to be the same, but at least admit it is the case. it is the same impulse that causes the samurai and the roman to turn the sword on himself as he does to othersthe sacred, the ideal. race is not the end all be all, and the race is nothing without men like me. the sacred, the divine. you will see men of your blood disappointing you in every avenue and falling short. how many times has a man of your own blood betrayed you? then you will see there is a soul as well. the man with the greatest soul is destined to be alone, even if it is on a throne. gods speed friend.
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