Follow the Leader

I possess the truth and am possessed by it. There is no need to entertain fruitless debate. Clear out the lecture hall at once. Have your resident interlocutor fetch me a hot compress for my sinuses and order the nearest rhetorician to attend my feet with a pumice stone. Let their repentance service my comfort. After all, it is my good judgment that has been addled by ceaseless petitions to carve out an equal sign between illness and health. A created diadem for aberance to match the rightful diadem of which verity is properly fitted. Give me reprieve from the bleating of these senseless sheep. All day long my ears are breached by an impossible protest. How much longer must I suffer the pitch of sonic confusion? They have stolen from glorious light with impunity. For centuries they burgled store houses of illumination just to flicker like dying embers. How is it that they are still so underwhelmingly diurnal? This saying is strong and will no doubt draw uncoordinated hoards of garish liars falling over themselves to call me a troglodyte. They will castigate my certainty as the mark of a fool, but It is not my duty to hold court with unwashed truffle pigs. A scepter sits between us. Since cloven hooves do not have grasping power, the ownership thereof is not really in dispute. Become a keeper silence and avoid rule.