Before long.
Sunday appeared once more.
He looked at everyone with a smile.
"I raised these questions only to clarify one thing: Penacony's predicament cannot be saved by [Harmony]. The only thing that can truly build Dreamville is [Order], where the strong compel the weak."
"I understand how painful it is when people suffer, how lost they feel when they lose their way, and how frustrated... even despairing they become when things do not go as they wish."
"All of it pains me, because none of this can be called [happiness]."
Sunday sighed.
"We must teach the weak how to live happily."
"And this [life] is not the refinement that celebrities and nobles keep talking about. It is, in the absolute sense, the way for human beings to survive."
Firefly frowned.
"In your view, what does it mean to live happily?"
Sunday seemed thoughtful.
"A good question."
"If I said loving one's organization, loving one's profession, honoring one's word, and treating others kindly... I am sure none of you would agree."
"Of course, neither would I."
"They are merely shackles specially imposed by those above to make ordinary people obedient."
"Just like the word 'fairness' itself, they are laughable."
"In a world like this, how could there be any true fairness?"
"Human consciousness is fundamentally an illusion, a series of prisons known as [self-worth]."
"People are led astray by this illusion and make mistakes, yet the consequences must be borne by external things."
"When layer upon layer of mistakes fill the masses and become impossible to trace... these prisons together form one great jail, a natural law called [survival of the fittest]."
"And [nature] is always accompanied by plunder and sacrifice... its opposite is called [Order]."
Sunday's heart burned with fervor.
"What I intend to do is exactly this: place