There is a particular kind of stupidity that belongs exclusively to people who have never been powerless. It is the stupidity of mocking someone stronger than you to their face and then being surprised when they destroy you. Valluvar dedicates an entire chapter to this one idea — that the single most dangerous thing a ruler can do is disrespect someone who has the capacity to act on that disrespect. The chapter is not subtle. It does not build gradually toward a nuanced thesis. It arrives with a warning and then spends ten kurals tightening the noose, each one raising the stakes of the same error: first you lose your safety, then your peace, then your fortune, then your lineage, then your kingdom. By the final kural, even unlimited allies and resources cannot save you. It reads less like philosophy and more like a countdown.