The dark man turned to them.

"You see yourself every day. A man. You know who you are. Bright and beautiful, you know who you are. He doesn't know who he is, every day he is at war with the stranger he sees in the mirror. Can you judge a man who cannot even judge himself?"

They considered. Murmors, questions in the night.

"How do you question existence when you can't fathom it? Look at him! He is pathetic. He is the dirt we wipe off our feet. An ant! A microbe!"

Murmur, sigh, shift, exhale.

"And how do you propose that we take it all away from him?"