As entertaining as your little homily was, I thought I'd offer another.
Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a people so utterly convinced
of their innate superiority, their utter perfection, their right to exist and rule
that they took upon themselves a plan. They vowed to enslave the world to their
In the fullness of time, thes people achieved some success, having planned
and built for themselves an impressive might. But lo... despite their great strength
and their crushing of 'lesser beings' they grew to become too arrogant and ambitious.
Other peoples banded together... and in the end this once great and powerful beast
lay in ashes... supplicating for mercy at the hands of her former foes.
Time is a wheel, what goes around comes around... and you might remember that posturing
and pontification is well and good when you sit in a seat of power. But you might not
want to have those lovely speeches in the minds of the people when their bootheels are
on your back... or if you lie in a ditch, covered in oil, while they hold the matches.
Written by my hand on the 24th of Midsummer, in the year 1103.