Lineage, politics, wealth, and timing. It’s an equation that has assigned power throughout human history, and the resulting product elevates one set of bones above the rest in the math of power.
The excess is a death cult. It controls those that control the world.The bright side is that all of the kings I’ve imagined are dead, and one day all of ours will be, too. Be it by a revolution, or by their own hand as they accelerate us towards planetary annihilation. The point is, is that it doesn’t matter; the point is, is that the end result is the same. We all answer to time, eventually. If the ocean swallows the castle, there is no throne room left. The dirt surrounding a king’s corpse is no different than that which will surround yours or mine. Power is temporary, and time is the only King.
