Our heart palpitates in fear of ourselves. Will I raise my hand, and give the order for a nuclear bomb to be detonated near my heart? How many fingers on this earth are hovering over all these buttons that would launch nuclear weapons currently? Let me tell you that the nuclear nonproliferation treaty was signed when enough nuclear weapons were built to be able to destroy humanity by fallout, because suddenly nobody saw any point in being more destructive than that. You are weak, for you care not an ounce for anything that promotes seriousness, when you should realize that your gravity is more important than your people, for if you just want to help your people, you will deteriorate when the possibility for expansion arises, but if you care for your dignity, then you will make earth one nation, letting yourself get scourged whenever a smear of mania sets in. Rule the world, will you? But I am greater than you, for you face the electric chair after eight years, whereas we get rewarded, not punished, for serving our people and humanity. You mad, sick, lunatic. You house is a sanatorium, with thousands of doctors, but one patient.
Hearken! Oh mighty Windsors! Your rule has no bounds, which is why I, a humble Arab, can cast my allegiance to you, living in a oasis of blue skies and needy cats. Your scepter might be small, but it will clink the mellowest of sounds when parrying and thrusting against the papal ferula, a debate recorded for the benefit of both sides. Yes, I am a Muslim, but my prayer stone reminds me everlastingly that I worship the earth. Your angels are the wills of steel that create an invisible mesh of regularity to a chaotic world, and though Zeus conquered the titans, Hades still spreads his mist in the hinterlands of what should be thriving and bustling megalopolises. Envy you the moon? Just name a place there, and it will be populated. Strike me with lightning, for I will eke out every little morsel of effort from your people, galvanizing them into building wonders looked back upon after millennia the way Stonehenge is looked at now, which though small now, was the peak of civilization then....
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