These best of men are what we can call Master Men. Those equally capable of hermitage and heroism. In other words — dangerous.
Why dangerous? In the first instance, do not confuse danger with hostility.
Dangerous men are considered dangerous because men who need nothing cannot be controlled which make them inherently dangerous — uncastrated, undomesticated.
These Master Men i.e. the builders, maintainers and destroyers of civilisation are the lynchpin of a healthy and cohesive community of peoples.
Wherever they go, civilisation follows like thunder follows lightning.
Once these patricians evacuate, all will crumble. When they decide to follow their Caesar and establish their own chapel upon the mountain, nothing but anarchy will remain.
Now give us a good reason to stay……
What’s that? You can’t? Ah I thought as much.
My advice is if you do not form part of that demographic of Master Men then you need to get your act together. Find them, ally with them and soon.
Your mealy mouthed protests will do nothing. You cannot convince men such as these to remain because you do not speak their language — you have nothing to OFFER them.
But I do. I know the language of such men.
What is this language? This language is the sound of the war drum.
The primal drum beat which is heard across the waters, atop the mountain and beneath the earth. It strikes the heart, not the mind.
It says nothing and yet conveys everything. It speaks not, yet it is entirely understood.
So while you attempt to cling to their coattails and lament their flight.
They rally to me. And why?
Because I’m the one banging the fucking drum.
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