You think I'm just a Handsome face? Someone you can carry around as a lapdog showing off to the world? I'm more than just a pair of pretty eyes, high-set cheekbones, luscious lips and sharp mahogany eyes. Do you know where I come from? My ancestors discovered the concept of zero, build great stone geometry to satiate our wrathful gods, we studied and revered the stars, grand masters of agriculture, so much so that our culture never knew poverty or ignorance. My people through the rise and fall of empires decadent and magnanimous, and ever too compassionate for their own greatness. This and the conquest of a continent, world, rises everyday in my blood, closer once again to building my own pyramids in my time, standing testament to the fierceness with which my people wrench our realities from the creators hands. Do you know where I am going? I will be a rebel, always, as never was before and never to come again, to wholly change that cesspool of society we call civilization. My people were ever more civilized than yours dares imagine. Do not just look at my features separated by tens of thousands of years of evolutions, only to meet again in the span of a colibri's shutter of wings. I entreat you, listen to me, feel me, make me scowl, yell and frustrate me, give unto me your adoration and investigations; for to merely glance upon me is like giving a thirsty desert beggar a drop of water and walking away, gloating, that I and not you possess that sweet nectar of life. Do not envision me as you do, only gaze upon my nature for any other perception would be as untrue as the old mythologies were to the real nature of the world. Handsome? Pretty? Hot? Such petty words for the first wonder of the world, would you describe Sol as hot? The moon lovely? Nay, there have been entire cultures that revolved around such natural wonders such as myself. It would do your life some good to know and revere rather than to be foolish and see.
