Nietzsche is describing what we now call the NPC... not as an insult, but as a tragic condition: the person so programmed by duty, expectation, and routine that they’ve never asked why they do what they do. If your day is spoken for by systems, roles, and obligations you didn’t consciously choose, then you’re not living your life... you’re performing someone else’s.

The serpent is the hero, not the villain. He’s the first philosopher, the first rebel, the first liberator. The act of eating from the Tree of Knowledge represents a rebellion against imposed morality, blind obedience, and the unquestioned authority of a supposed divine order. This is the birth of the free spirit.

People are more open to new ideas in one-on-one interactions, but in group settings, resistance intensifies. Social status takes priority, and questioning the status quo threatens stability. In groups, individuals do not just react to ideas... they react to how others perceive them. Predictability is preferred over truth because it maintains social order, and society values comfort, security, and cohesion above all else. But truth is unsettling... it forces change. Because stability is prioritised over truth, shallow conversations, simplistic ideas, and repetitive content dominate social spaces. Certainty feels safer than intellectual discomfort, and complex or unfamiliar ideas are often perceived as difficult or even threatening. This is why society defends the status quo even when it works against them. Instead of questioning authority or outdated beliefs, most people rationalise them... change feels too uncertain and risky. Conformity offers protection, even when truth is on the side of the outlier. Those who simplify complex ideas into viral, feel-good soundbites receive the most attention, while those who challenge mainstream narratives are ignored, misunderstood, or even attacked. Society does not fear truth itself... it fears what truth represents: disruption.

The Tax Poem Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table at which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways to tax his ass. Tax all he has, Then let him know, That you won't be done till he has no dough. When he screams and hollers, Then tax him some more, Tax him till he's good and sore. Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he's laid. Put these words Upon his tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom...' When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply the inheritance tax.

The elderly, who drain the lifeblood of the young through state coercion, often slander young men in a particular way. They claim that youth means inexperience and a lack of wisdom, insisting that caution only comes with age. They label young men as reckless, headstrong, and overconfident. But this is nothing more than a cunning tactic used by older men to maintain control over younger, sharper minds.