Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
You’d never have to worry about an uprising, or a mob, or a warrant for your death. And you’d never have to go to war. You’d just sit on your throne, look nice, and do whatever it was that you wanted to do-to the end of your days- and nobody would judge you.
Because nobody would be there to.
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