Woe to the Masters

I write to the people with no souls, you don't have a soul, your are not going to give time to my wrintings, because you have other interests such as how many times i poop in the day, how much is my underwear, or even how tall is my "FluffyMofo", there is no hope that you will evolve from being an unconscious creature, to a conscious one. Thus all the knowledge and the wisdom does not belong to you, it belongs to the superior ones, the ones you hate and can't confront, the chosen ones, the ones who act with feelings wherever they exist. People are not equal.
The special type of people does not fit in this new world order, because simply this order gave the inferior power over the superior, for instance, take your life, how many times you have met someone who's terribly weak and psychopath in a harmful way, and the circumstances which the civilisation is responsible for, gave him the power over you? A power that they themselves cannot manage -the power or the authority differs with the situations-. To be precise it is a power beyond their mental capabilities.
The superior ones belong more to the middle ages, when the hierarchy of society was more meaningful and fair, either a slave or a master, and the slaves had their own hierarchy, and the masters had their own. Two separate worlds, the master uses a defined speech to adress the slaves, and the slaves won't adress the master because the lash is always flying over their heads.
They are the slaves who called it slavery, masters used to call it the empire, these slaves who now rule this chaotic world with slaves standars, as a result of their rulling they produced a weird creature; a human body with a mind of an animal, which will totally make sense if we consider that slaves back then had power only on the animals they use for their daily routines.