I know you guys actually am James Bond we've just pulled into my layer in the Rolls-Royce

starry eyes got the starry roof look at my other cars I'm James Bond and it was fun

for a very long time and I've started to get genuinely concerned you heard of the story

of the sort of Damocles you heard of that never it's an old story I think it's ancient Greek it's

very very old and it's a story about King who did a lot of crazy things a lot of brutal horrible

things to come to power and once he came to power he could no longer rule fairly or justly because

he would look weak in the eyes of his enemies so he continued to do unfair and unjust things

and the king Damocles was sitting on his throne and all around his throne he had gold he had

beautiful women he had fruits he had everything a man could desire and his servant of many many

decades thirty four years said I can't imagine how it would feel to sit in that throne I've seen

you in that throne for all of this time and all I can imagine is the feeling of just sitting on

that throne and people adorn you I can't possibly imagine

Damocles said the things I have done to get here the things I have done to take my place on this

throne me it doesn't feel the way you would imagine it but tomorrow I'm gonna let you sit in the chair

so the slave couldn't sleep the servant was awake all my imagining the days finding a

descent in the throne be able to grab fruit grab titties at random in his golden chair you couldn't

possibly imagine how amazing it's gonna feel but Damocles wanted to replicate the feeling of power

because what happens when you're powerful is that people want what you have so Damocles hung a

sword by a single horse's hair above the throne on the servant sat down for the first few seconds he

was a stag he was happy until he looked up he saw the sword he struck the panic it felt easy

that's he realized that although you have all of the world he goods around you still there is the

things you have done to get there you understand it haunts you from the past and it's hanging

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