We is the word in which the depraved steal the virtue of the good; by which the weak steal the might of the strong; by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages. What is my joy, if all hands even the unclean can reach into it; what is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me; what is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched & the impotent are my masters; what is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree & to obey. But I am done with this creed of corruption I am done with the monster of We.