I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
Your problem is you have spent your whole life thinking there are rules. There aren’t. We used to be gorillas. All we had is what we could take and defend.
You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.