VILLA1305

Decimate and conquer. Is that a suitable vengeance? To be finite is a crime against the cosmos, for to be finite implies imperfection — which is an offense of infinite severity, for if perfection exists, even in concept, then imperfection is its total opposite. A flawed being is infinitely less than perfect; perfection, in its infinity an unity, is paralleled only by itself. Therefore, man is a wretched being. He is low as lowness itself. It is vile that man carries on as he does, given the sheer reality of his being. How he quakes and screeches as the animal he is yet with the reason to know he acts irrationally. I could forgive the crime of finitude should man realize his own shortcomings — if he could make himself pleasing to at least his own sense of idealism. But no, man is an amalgam of paradoxes. From moment to moment, he is something else entirely, but never having redeemed himself of ugliness. In my youth, I could not wrestle with disgust of those around me. If I had spoke, I would be written off as mad. I maintained the hope that intelligent beings would cease to have me revile them. That is how I was punished; I was naive. The price of my rawness is this cursed blemish on my face; this eye-patch is the symbol of my misery. However, despite my blindness, I have come to see more clearly. If I can not deny that man is wretched, I will bathe in the wretchedness I so disdain. I will be the most wretched man to live! I will become powerful, and when I have power, I will crush my opposition. I will torture and humiliate them. I will show them the meaning of the word tyrant, and when my allies revel in my success, I will laugh at how easily they are riled, for they laugh as savages; they laugh as barbarians, and I am the one who controls their laughter, for if they are blind to their fickle morality — their utterly precarious identities, then I will be the most conscious. If man is a revolting rat, then I am its keeper, and I will whip it, and beat it, and wallow in his blood — why in my exploits they shall cheer: All hail VILLA!