Tuesday, October 14, 2025
A lord who reigns supreme does not beg. A pauper has so much to look forward to. A true king has nothing for which to ask, nor prove, nor demand. But he can still look forward to bright futures, or dull ones. He commands.
The king who has it all, and realizes this, merely gives. For he knows the secret stash is supplied endlessly. The real king is so high, nothing could topple truth. The real king is so low, nothing could undergird his sly cunning. His bedrock, you might think, is the devil, but not even the devil herself could out clever supremacy. If the devil could sink, honestly, then fear would be realer than reality. But I can’t do that. How could I stoop below my lowest?
But the lowest snake is the highest of the most high. Can I be fooled by my own hands? Naturally – I do it all the time. “Did I do that?” Who else could have? I’m doing it now. All of it. Every bit of it – from high to low, from macro to micro.
So, if I have had my fill of darkness, and I’ve had my fill of good things, what then could I do but reign from love’s most resplendent place – the middle? What could there be to dream if material wealth impoverishes me and poverty enriches me? Once I’ve traveled to “the ends of the earth,” what more could I be but an endlessly repetitive circle.
I could go back to the beginning, born of a virgin, forgotten origin. This time, I play a role. This time, I could be a disguised princeling, a god among men, and show myself bossless nature.
I am boss undercover, dreaming under covers. No-one is a special agent when dreamer and the one being dreamed are equal.