I am most sorry for how late this is getting out, but for my document of learning I will be posting another draft of my speech. Here it is:
It’s sad, isn’t it? How mighty things can fall so quickly? How an empire built on twenty years of devoted service can crumble in just two?
The old king has perished, and his son has taken the throne. He is selfish, he takes everything for granted, and he threatens to kill any who oppose him. He doesn’t even seem to realize that the reason his kingdom is so large is because we didn’t act like him. Our enemies did, and that is why they lost! He is arrogant. He thinks he has walls, some impenetrable defence, immune to time. But with (arrogance), ignorance, insolence, assumption and stupidity, even the mightiest walls become thin air, so that any threat can strike a deadly blow against you.
I owe this king no loyalty, so I have moved back to my old home, where I will live the rest of my days in peace. Of course, if I live as a hermit, my teachings will be lost to the ages, because the rulers of this land have no respect for my lessons of non-combative fighting that have been proven again and again. The only way I can think of to preserve my teachings is to write them in a book. The book would preserve my ideas and proves that combat really is an art.
I shall call it, The Art of War.