I understand. You found paradise in the land you live, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. You didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: "Passion, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me the Emperor. Instead, you come into my house on the day my plans to dominate the world are to be carried out, and you ask me to have political views?

Allow me to sate your thirst for knowledge, then.