“A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.” Tyrion Lannister
In those most ancient times where men would band together to follow animals undoubtedly some creature comforts are just that. The chief puts ornamental crown on his own head, when asked what makes it special tells of difference from whose distance thereof subjective is objective, a completionist task to supplant the empty thrones of ages past. Save for those whom are like myself wearers of hats on hats and in the trees. The time of kings arises from integral and antique mist from the seas that surround the edge of the flat earth whose waves glitter in daylight like innumerable shattering stars, their crowns decorated with jewels found in the earth where dragons hide, crowns of precious gold and silver taken from sunken continents long forgotten unable to be known which even where they once were that onlookers cannot bear on their heads let return to their beds of barn and ditches to dream of the crown's value far greater than a slave's charity would amount if then they were allowed to learn read or count across their own life, not the slaves to ignorance who convince themselves to get lost in a new direction than the wanderings of yester type days, and you gave yourself the air of authority for your crown, a freedom to forsake so many, a terrible crown if any wander in unrecognizable ways disparaged, so that their liberty disappears so often surrendered for a light in the maze you created, and this isn't to be debated, as they seek freedom for it's furthest from useless and far greater than the truthless shaman whom this day appoints himself breath taker, a value higher than breathing and intentionally, mistakes of judgement and self-consuming station pervasive unto a nation being told not to seek sacrament and disallowed their speech in contrast to the shadows dancing on the corona of the sun, and with their speech denied they encircle holding hands of praise around the idiot who told them to be quiet while he climbed the tower of babel, innumerable ways to praise the skies without the lies that either way he wouldn't understand.
