Title: The Illiterate Heir

Dramatis Personae:

Lord Valen: The illiterate heir and antagonist

Sir Cedric: Valen’s educated, noble brother

Lady Elara: Their wise mother

Roderick: A loyal servant

The Ghost of Sir Cedric: Cedric's spirit, haunting Valen

Citizen: A common folk representative

The King: Monarch of the realm

Act I: A Dark Deed

Scene 1: The Family Manor. Nighttime. Candles flicker. Valen is pacing restlessly while Sir Cedric reads under a lamp.

Sir Cedric:
(Seated, reading)
O brother dear, dost thou not tire of this game?
Shall I teach thee letters, unfold knowledge’s flame?
For in these walls, not just coin and gold thrive,
But wisdom, Valen, that we must revive.

Lord Valen:
(Turning sharply)
Speak not of wisdom, brother, for it robs me of mirth!
What use is learning, when my coin has worth?
I have my plans; the legacy shall be mine,
Yet even in chains, I shall dance and dine.

Sir Cedric rises, eyeing Valen with suspicion.

Sir Cedric:
Thou dost mock the art of thought, and yet,
‘Tis treachery to stand on greed’s foul debt.
What schemes plague thy mind which thou dost not share?

Lord Valen:
(With a glint in his eye)
A mere jest, good brother, for I aim to play fair.
But come, let us feast, drown sorrows in wine!

They exit, the tension thickening between them.

Scene 2: The Banquet Hall. Later. The feast is in full swing.

Lady Elara:
(Raising her cup)
To family, unity—a bond that ne’er shall break!
Dear sons, let love mend all and guide thy wake.

Lord Valen:
(Smirking)
Aye, mother, love's patience shall span the years.
Yet I know a heart that harbors darker fears...

Sir Cedric approaches Valen, quietly.

Sir Cedric:
(Under breath)
Thy charm deceives, but I see through the mask.
The day shall come when thee must answer this task.

They drink, laughter echoes, but Valen’s eyes darken.

Lord Valen:
(In a sudden wave of rage)
The time is nigh! Enough of brother’s fane!
One blow shall bring him down; thus ends my pain!

He draws a dagger, lunges towards Cedric, and the banquet turns to chaos.

Sir Cedric:
(Breathless)
Valen! What madness is this?

The crowd gasps. Valen stabs Cedric. Sir Cedric falls lifeless.

Act II: The Usurper

Scene 1: The Manor, now silent and dark. Valen stands over Cedric’s body.

Lord Valen:
(Breathing heavily)
The throne is mine! I shall wear this crown,
Yet shadows linger, a conscience of my own renown.
Roderick! Attend me, swift, and hide this blight;
For I must craft a tale to dance in the light.

Roderick enters, sensing the weight of the crime.

Roderick:
(Solemnly)
My lord, what burden dost thou bear?
For I see the truth, lurking in despair.

Lord Valen:
(With a false smile)
Naught but a tale of brotherly love gone awry;
So gather the household, let the facade fly!

Scene 2: The Town Square. A crowd gathers as Valen addresses them, exuding confidence.

Lord Valen:
(To the crowd)
Good people! A tragedy has struck our devoted kin,
Yet I stand firm as Cedric’s legacy shall begin.
Fear not, for I shall steer this ship to glory,
And write a new, splendid tale of our story!

Citizen:
(A skeptic)
But, Lord Valen, how dost thou lead,
With but shadows of knowledge to plant the seed?

Lord Valen:
(Smiling charmingly)
I have learned much from the tales of old,
And wisdom shall bloom, just watch as I unfold.

The crowd cheers, the seed of doubt pushed away.

Act III: The Rise of the Shyster

Scene 1: Valen’s study, filled with scrolls and documents. Valen struggles with reading, papers scattered.

Lord Valen:
(Tugging at his hair)
O cursed fate! This parchment, oh, it mind-bogs!
An illiterate heir, why dost thou wear such clogs?
Yet I must weave my ruse ‘til the crown I gain,
For gold speaks volumes where knowledge is vain.

Roderick enters, holding more papers.

Roderick:
(Encouraging)
Fear not, my lord; let me help thee train,
For in thy voice, there is fire, strength’s vein.

They work together, crafting speeches and promises.

Scene 2: The Royal Court, where Valen stands before the King in an impressive display.

The King:
(With authority)
What claims hast thou, vile shyster, to rise?
Lead us well; we seek no lowly guise.

Lord Valen:
(Confidently)
For every heart that beats, I feel its sound,
An empire of gold and virtue shall abound.
What I lack in literacy, I gain in soul,
For together we rise, together we stroll!

The crowd erupts in cheers, while the King nods, impressed by Valen’s charisma.

Act IV: The Reckoning

Scene 1: The Moonlit Manor. Valen sits alone, haunted by Cedric’s ghost.

Ghost of Sir Cedric:
(Filling the room with cold air)
O wretched kin, dost thou not feel the weight?
Each lie builds walls that cannot abate.


The truth shall find thee, and it shall compete.

Lord Valen:
(Trembling)
Leave me be, specter! I’ve forged my facade!
What’s past cannot be changed, nor shall I be marred!

The apparition fades, leaving Valen distraught.

Scene 2: The Town Square once more. Valen stands facing the people, confidence waning.

Citizen:
(Challenging)
O ruler, thy promises lie still in the grave!
Where lies your education to lead, to save?

Lord Valen:
(Panicking)
Nay, good people! I shall change the tide,
Know that within me, great knowledge doth reside!

But the crowd grows restless; whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire.

Act V: The Fall

Scene 1: The Royal Court. Valen stands before the King, confidence shattered.

The King:
(With scrutiny)
A leader must wield both the sword and the pen,
Yet thy folly doth reveal thee a villain, a hen.
Thou art no lord but a false noble pretender;
Thy illiteracy, a fire; dost thou surrender?

Lord Valen:
(Desperate)
I have the heart, I have the will!
Let justice not rest till I make amends still!
A throne built on lies shall crumble anew,
But grant me this chance; I shall prove true!

Scene 2: The Town Square. The crowd now turns hostile, whispers evolve into shouts.

Citizen:
(Loudly)
Away with the coward! A traitor is he!
Our future lies elsewhere; we seek to be free!

Valen falls to his knees, confronted by the truth he avoided.

Lord Valen:
(Weeping)
O fate, thou hast bested me with thy ruthless hand!
In seeking my rise, I have betrayed both life and land!
Forgive me, dear brother, for I sought what was wrong.
Mayth I find peace in the place where I belong.

Epilogue: The Lessons Learned

A single light shines on Valen, abandoned by the crowd.

Ghost of Sir Cedric:
(Softly appearing)
Rise once more, dear brother, and mourn what’s lost.
Let not ambition blind thee to pay the cost.
For every ruler must embrace light’s grace,
In wisdom, truth, and love, find thy rightful place.

(Lights dim, curtain falls. The lesson is clear: knowledge and integrity illuminate the darkest paths.)

Finis.

I realized when I talked dirty, my following dropped away sharply, then Taylors reference in ‘Lover’ to listening to my dirty jokes, the dirty jokes undermined my feminist credibility as a lecturer on womens rights and strengths…I was like Solomon, discussing womens issues with his harem, at night instead of the usual sexual degradation and exploitation of women inducted to harems…I re-created the salon harem of Solomon, even while they tried to hide it from me.

*Somebody

*Something

*a state of mind or self concept.

Some people will want a heteronormal relationship with the opposite sex, to be normalised in family.

Some people choose deviant relationship with same sex or with children or animals.

Some people will want a relationship with things, such as business, technology, cars or mind altering substances.

Some people will want a relationship with a deviant mental illness, as satisfying fulfilling and fully self contained and self controlled, created state of mind.

"The spirit sundered from the world CREATES its own world"

[NIETZSCHE]

Beginning with the last subset of relationship needs, the person who wants a relationship with mental illness, that they are convinced is an exceptionalism from normal mind sets. The Schizoid enjoys their voices and delusions

of grandeur possibly because they find mundane relationships boring, unsatisfying or against their personal choices in life.

The bipolar takes the best of both worlds, schizoid entanglement with the pleasures of the world, that then bumps up dopamine, resulting in neurochemical surfeits that cause the hearing of remote voices, remote sounds and delusions of being a master of reality and overconfident. People are repulsed by the psychotic voices, overindulgence in pleasure and extreme self confidence in the world of the schizoid nature of pleasure seeking. The bi-polar, when confronted with social sanction as abuse or criticism, suddenly develops a misanthropy of hating everybody and from pleasure seeking high, they will suddenly revert to depressive life hate and removal from the world and pleasure. From Dopamine surfeit to serotonin deficiency where they no longer feel empathy for anybody, the result of too little serotonin. 

Extreme love of life and people, then sudden extreme hate of life and people. These people will be medication resistant, because they enjoy their flights of pleasure seeking and the balancing depression of life hatred, they actually feel balanced and normal, not cyclically high and low. They have a relationship with their mental illness, as disclosed by their medication non-compliance, rather than enjoy life in smallish highs and lows they choose to live life with extreme highs and lows. They normally have very shallow and resentful relationships with people who do not share their roller coaster preference for life continuum…pushes them further into relationship with mental illness and away from relationships with people.

These relationships with states of mind are also evident in lives of deep faith, where religious psychosis is often present but rarely treated, as Faith has a hold in social script, where religious entrepreneurship is equated with normal folkways but in actual fact a deviant subculture, where they have a relationship with the fixed and inflexible ideas of faith not with reality and negotiation of self concepts and interests with other people of diverse interests in life. A simplification of complex life, that leads to murderous resentment of out-groups to the deviant in-group subculture, creating a haven from secular complexity. Love their own group but hate out-groups, Religious psychosis and deviant sociopathy.

The dyslexic is another symptom of maternal drug use, not just alcohol, but pain killers and also mind altering substances, that the growing feotus experiences as brain damage or deviant neurological pathways. When they realize they have difficulty reading, they become reactively depressive, by realization they are low social status as non readers. They chase the self righteous of depressive feelings toward life and become life disaffirmative. People need to die, but suddenly not them, they are exceptional in not being able to read, they think incessantly and develop destructive thoughts toward thoughtful literate people or races. They then develop the idea that they cannot read as a life adaptation to be only strong not literate, literacy which they quickly come to believe is degenerate. They then see their role in society as the culling class, that are born to cull the ill, the old and the mentally ill, or any classes races or cultures they think are deviant ill, or exceptionally literate. Their social role adoption is as the human cullers of life and they sell themselves as that, in Nazism or fascism, that looks to establish a perfect race that is strong and normal, not deviant in low social status or monstrous intelligence, is where the concept of the ‘Devil’ in Christianity evolved, against monstrous intelligence… ‘The psychopath’, who value their lives, but disvalue the lives of ALL others…Christian Crusade butchers and Nazi factory mass murderers.

Possibly the condition was originated in a mother who drunk in pregnancy, creating a memorial personality that needs structure and habituation of daily life not to feel like a feather in the wind, that is going to land and be trampled or settle on a lake and drown.

Similarly stars have a relationship with their high status and cannot have a banal relationship with another person for feelings of depressive normality.

The common theme is the banality of quotidian normal life and lack of either stimulation in the high status mentally ill deviant or lack of aspiration/lack of economic opportunity in the low social status mentally ill deviant.

The doctors claim it is genetic, but it is not, it is a reaction to social circumstance, our circumstances cannot be changed so the mental illness continues, to escape depressive normality for the happy unexpected situations of deviant mental illness, to give meaning to a life that is high social status, but depressively banal, or low social status and lacking economic opportunity to be normally aspirational and embedded in normal aspiration and right action.