A tyrant and a decadent were having a stroll, on their favourite, most trodden path. They were having a debate on the nature of life, and what its proper course should look like.
"You must see my dear tyrant, that your ways are foolish! Nothing matters so much that you must subjugate and resent what you do not know. Whether you die or not does not matter at all can you not see? In the large scale of things we are all but dust in the wind, we could all die tomorrow and all our exploits would be meaningless." The decadent took the stance that nothing is of any value, that discipline and virtue are illusory, and in being so completely useless and foolish. Contempt for the hero is his way, for the hero takes action to achieve the meaning he pursues. "I know through scientific principle, that everything we do and see is completely meaningless, that there is no point in making effort to be better, for it is hopeless. We should plunge ourselves and let ourselves be consumed by the unknown, for that is our birthplace anyway. You are too strict and lordly my tyrant, you shy away from the unknown! I embrace the meaninglessness of our place in the universe, and i enjoy life. Never have I had to toil and suffer under the watchful eye of discipline, and sweat and bleed at the behest of a master. There is no point in mastering oneself, so as you can see," The decadent patted his massive belly, filled with his hopes and dreams, festering there in the presence of cowardice and inaction. "I eat and do all that I like, I take full advantage of the pleasures of life. See, look how happy I am!" With his final statement the decadent realized his truest lie, that he loved the life which he led, that he loved being lazy in the face of the contentious unknown.
The tyrant puzzled for a moment, and with all his prideful bluster in his voice, made his answer. "You are the laziest man I know. Where is your pride for your country? Where is your abidance by the words of law that keep you safe? One must abide by the word of his father unquestioningly, so that we may avoid the horrors of the stranger that may change and disrupt our way of life! See the importance of this matter, see that meaning is found in your fellow comrade, and in ridding the world of he who might destroy him." The trees on either side of the path whispered and laughed to one another. "How rational and smart these cowards are...." The winds blowing in the whispering leaves chuckled softly. "I am the guardian of that which is most wise, most true, the word of my government. The laws which guard me from the onslaught of my terrible mother, protect me from those who would change me. This is of the utmost importance! I cannot allow the chaos which borders our city walls to enter and destroy us. That would mean death and destruction for all. No, it is better to hold a club above my own head, ready to strike in such a case as I forget my proper place in the face of my precious and perfect society." A group of guards saluted the tyrant in passing, with fear and thoughts of betrayal in their eyes, and walked on. The decadent envied the respect and fear he commanded. "You see my chubby friend, the unknown is a place of terror and anxiety. It stands to reason that the only way to win over nature, is to defend ourselves from it, to crush rebellion, and to burn all the various bibles." The tyrant took out his journal, filled with his hopes and dreams of reaching out beyond the walls of his enclosure, and set it ablaze. His fantasies of going out into the world, to experience what it had to offer, melted by the flame of fear of possible failure, and his anxiety of what could come to pass. "See my friend, the grandeur of our society."
The two friends had reached the outermost wall of their imperfect garden. It stood twenty feet tall, and was cracked and shaken to its core. Marks of the hands that had painstakingly built it covered its face, to remind the tyrant of his duty, and of his slavery; and to remind the decadent of of his intelligence, and of his cowardice. The two heard a rustling in the chaos beyond the wall. The decadent immediately threw himself upon the ground, awaiting his death. The tyrant stood in arrogance, pretending to be unafraid, with chin held high, armed with nothing but his own brittle nature and fear of what was to come. A youth appeared at the top of the wall, having climbed up the other side. He had a wicked gleam in his eye and had a gash across his left cheek, bleeding his crimson source of life. He yelled down below to our two friends. "You know, should you go outside without a sword fat man, you will be eaten by the wolves. And you sir tyrant," He lifted a burlap sack filled with gold, "The wolves you fear so much guard a mountain of gold!" Laughing, with sword and gold in hand; with a smile the size of the sun on his face, he clambered down the wall, poked the decadent in the stomach, and looked the tyrant in the eye with no fear.