"He is not a Christian, though he often fought for the most fanatical Christian causes, shouted slogans from the religious propaganda and was a sincere supporter of the Inquisition. Had he been born in China (as opposed to Sumeria), he probably could have been a Legalist, but not necessarily. He cares not so much for the laws as for the slogans, which was one of the reasons he is often easily tricked and used by pragmatic rulers who didn't care one bit for neither progress nor order, except inasmuch as any of these rather abstract concepts assisted them. Then he is discarded, time and again.
He is, at least in my perception, Good - or, at least, Order, but that is Good by definition from all that one could learn from mainstream philosophies of all civilizations (whereas Chaos, which he combatted, was Evil) - personified, and accordingly, he always loses in the end. A very tragic person he is indeed.
His religion, his philosophy and his ideology are quite simple - he opposed all change. Every change is for the worse, as he had explained. Those who seek change are mad, they only do ill upon themselves and those around them, they only damage the holy order, which he had sworn to protect. Yet he does not seek a return to the old ways - merely the preservation of what exists now. When I told him that it was a losing battle, he smirked, hiding the weariness that I sighted in his eyes for one brief moment, and said that though he agreed that he (and Order) always retreated, he (and Order) could retreat forever as long as humanity exists, for they have countless retreating room, whereas the forces of progress can gradually run out of steam. He was right in a way, but I doubt he believes this himself. That is, perhaps he does believe it, but I simply could not comprehend it as he did see defeat after defeat, one bigger than the other, coming at an ever-increasing rate... And yet, everything in him shows that though he is defeated and tired, he is not broken and will never admit his defeat, and that he still craves for a new battle.
This will not end well, I know. I am not sure if it will ever end, for he is immortal, perpetually stuck in the body of an old, balding, but still strong man. He survived for millenias, as many of the laws and customs that he sought to protect, but on the other hand, in these days taboos are dropping like flies and laws are being overthrown by mobs of revolutionaries and parliamentaries. I feel that in the end, it will be they that will kill him, and not any of his numerous nemeses (not mentioning any names ofcourse!). But he still lives, and I will follow him, if only for the lack of any better things that I could do. Besides, I promised to write this to you. I will be honest, I still hate you. Nor am I doing this because I promised it to you, ofcourse. I am doing this because writing relieves me and because I entertain the hope that you will read this, and maybe some others will as well. You're not the kind of an audience that I'd like to write this to, but as one of his worst enemies once said, "We have to work with those people that we do have, not those that we want to have." Amen.
P.S. And if you destroy this letter, I will be happy too, because it will mean either that you will have to burden yourself with remembering the loads of mostly-useless information herein, or that you realized this information to be virtually useless and are even now cursing me and the world for all the paper and fine words that you wasted to persuade me to help you. Its a win-win situation for me."