You think the general public are fit to dictate how the State will be? Observe how smoothly Life can just slip by. These people make each day a holiday. With little wit, but zest in generous measure, they each pursue their round of pleasure, like kittens running after their own tails. As long as they don’t complain of being hungover, and their credit with the landlord never fails, they live without a care, like pigs in clover.

The healthy, active instinct of creation will everlastingly resist the power of malicious condemnation bunched in your sterile, passive fist. Curious child of Chaos, why don’t you find some more profitable thing to do?