Martyrs tend to have a long half-life.
Art is simply politics’ sweeter tongue.
Words have a way of fanning into wildfires.
When ruling a realm so large, evoking awe often trumps efficiency.
It’s a strange burden not being allowed to carry a burden.
We all tell ourselves stories to make sense of the tiny roles we all play in a vast and wildly complicated galaxy.
Empire will always be benevolent, my friends. But do not mistake benevolence for weakness.
An empire breathes respect. It requires it for its life.
A bough incapable of bending will eventually break.
