I was guiding some people today. I became annoyed. I let them know. It went as poorly as expected.  
I went out again later by myself and thought about the oppressive kings being carried in crated thrones by slaves. A picture of injustice.  But not really anymore to me.  I let a follower wear me out.  I tried to serve them, but their fears overwhelmed them selves. So if I had made them work much harder and done as little work as possible, I would have had more capacity to hold myself together, to maintain composure. I had wished for glory too soon. I wanted love and praise before the mission was over.  I forget how weak people who hide their feelings can be. Uhh. Word. The good king. The modern president simply has more illusions to sell. A man who will stand and walk beside a commoner.  They say the Egyptian slave spent sixty percent of his grain on taxes.  Seems about right.  We spend about that on taxes and land rent. Maybe 45 percent to be fair. Does it matter?  Is the slave-master setup most effective when the balance is... uh, optimal? Does it falls apart when... was there a moment when the middle class has it too good? Is it the middle class that gets to get. The dirty rich we will have with us always, but is there a healthy horde of slaves? If the middle class eat to much, maybe it's the nobles who are the problem, the almost rich. maybe maybes,  timelessness. And even if I believed all the right things. Who would I *indeciferable*? My sons I guess.