Emperor: Truth Over Happiness
If my virtue is proven, after the billions spent on oppressing it, that I might be forced to accept money over love, where I do not believe in that: allow me to graduate with my virtue intact and enough years left to live to apply to be your spiritual servant.
Happiness cannot be manufactured because truth cannot be manufactured. That's the only reason the 'utopia' continually fails (you're trying to feed humans happiness over truth, which is essentially the same as treating them UNLIKE they are children of God, but they were created LIKE Him, which means they'll value truth over happiness, unlike children of Satan who might, temporarily, possess them to value happiness over truth). Now 'temporary' means you can feed them happiness for a limited while, live a few rich lifetimes, and get raped as soon as the Savior arrives, if you so desire.
The red pill will triumph over blue. It's scripted. If you build your kingdom where you feed people happiness over truth, you will ALWAYS get owned by the first homeless man or woman who owns what you cannot possibly hope for to buy: wisdom, truth, humility, discipline and every other virtue that cannot be inherited but EARNED. You will always fall from the top of the pyramid by the first gypsy who truly possesses the Eye. What does the Eye of Horus represent? Not power, not magic. You fool. The Eye of Horus represented Truth. Then, when your unconscious tries to remind you, you interpret it as logic>>>intuition / sun>>>moon. That's a mistake. The Eye means Truth>>>Happiness.
Such is the way in which God distributes His gifts, not by inheritance, but by merit gained from life experiences. The lack of dis-inheritances that occur in recent years, is not a reflection of virtue on the part of the parents, but of irresponsibility in recognizing the spoiled, unprincipled child that the lack of parenting skills created. Every million in the hands of a spoiled child ruins the lives and destinies of a hundred thousand human souls, and the responsibility of putting a million dollars on the hands of a spoiled child is not erased by an "I'm sorry." It's paid for by a hundred thousand lifetimes experienced by the irresponsible parent him/herself, as whatever the Judge decides for you to live them as: inevitably, every person your spoiled child oppressed. Still scared of disinheriting your child?
You keep me alive. Why? I give you truth. It's not my own happiness that keeps me alive. My truth speaks for itself.
Yet I'll always hide among the many. The many whom you think, you have the right to decide how long they live. Child, be found, do not kill them anymore. Protect your brothers and sisters, with all your wealth and all of your life. Now.
There is no more time left.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHwckk01AAU
These are Sydelle's words, not my own, and unlike the moderators here, I recognize the Source of her inspiration. My name is Omar, you know my face, I stood beside her in the mountains of legends and who else can claim that triumph? It was ours. Can you not tell we are still proud? My name means 'companion of the prophet.' In League, I am just known as 'Cold Justice.' I am her inadequate companion in a world that I do not fully understand. We both make mistakes as we are human, but something within us allows us to climb mountains to commit bold acts that few ever dare to. Our presence in a supermarket is enough to cloth a plainclothes priest into their full arraignment. Not ever in a million years would I be able to explain to you what it means to be us in this world today (nor on any world to be honest, I'm not a man of words), but I know that she believes in telling you if you would only listen (I do not and it would not be the first time if she speaks the words I try to hide inside my mind). All I can tell you is that no one is undercover, no one is without judgement, a thousand years as a Muslim kid in a highschool post 9/11 would never explain to you what it means to be judged, truly judged. Even after being a Muslim in a post-9/11 high school, I still feel pity for you, for I can sense what's coming... my brother, my sister, I wish my words were enough, but you'll think me stupid and blind. God bless you.