As a communist dictator, I own all and everything. I am the black hole, the space where pysics bends and contorts to my will. The populace, in undending demonstrations of humility and thankfulness, bow before me, erect statues in my honor and pray to my likeness. All favors are directed toward my benevolence, all acts come from my hand. I am beyond God; I have occupied the space left by his absence in the fabric of history.