[size=120]Allow me to introduce myself, to the ones who have yet to taste my flesh.
I am a woodland creature…living in urban jungles, surrounded by apes, parrots, lions, but mostly domesticated creatures, such as cows, sheeple and an assorted of swine.
Manimals, in general.
Some have claimed that I consider myself an overman, yet cannot say where or when.
They felt me exerting myself “over” them, and so they rightly balked.
I would laugh at this, if it were not so damn flattering.
Others claim that they’ve defeated me, in the arena of dialogue, yet they do not know what my positions are, or why I hold them to be superior than theirs.
They just know that they feel bad, when reading my words, and this is enough for them. Because feelings are, in themselves, good arguments, for the emotionally driven.
Others claim I am ill, yet they cannot define what health is, or how their own is justified.
They say that being integrated in the Modern world, in the west mind-you, because in the east they find more illness, is a sign of health and maturity.
They feel all sorts of bad things lurking behind my words; evil motives…but none where they feel good.
But most claim I am a Troll, wanting to find a definition to make me dismissible…yet, the only time they use the label is when they cannot answer my queries finding an honest expression to cast me out of their barn.
The most clever just ignore me…which is preferable.
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