Paper person? Living man? These are just more masks, more names, more categories they create to box you in. Whether they call me a “citizen,” an “employee” or a “subject,” it is all the same, chains dressed in words. I do not care how they structure their spooks of law and government. To them, I am a tool, a pawn for their commerce and control, but to myself, I am the only sovereign. Their structures, their systems, their presumptions are powerless unless I grant them power. Let them keep their paper, I burn it with my will. I am not theirs, I am mine.