Each level has it’s KINGS
Each societal echelon chooses their own king (rulers)
The choice is made by giving him attention
There are men who like to talk about money and they have their king — some dude that talks to them about the money
There are men who like to criticise everything, bringing everyone down — and these men have their king, some poor fellow whose now stuck in hell of criticising (rather than creating)
There are men who spend their days craving things and dreaming — and they too have their king, some chap that poses on photographs with scantily dressed women and lamborginis
There are men who think growth (of muscle et alia, LOL) is the meaning of life (it’s survival of the fittest after all) — and they have their king, some “sick hustler”
There are men who like to talk about peace and transcendence and high vibrations — and they have their king, who can tell them what blissful and healing quote to post on instagram
The moral of the story is not that these are no true kings
These are true kings
They rule over their people
They inspire them
And more so then that — they are inspired by those very people first
The moral of the story is that indeed there is not one king — but many kings
Each level in society, each level of consciousness (but the highest), each nieche with it’s predilections — all those groups have their kings
People are often confused to who is chosen king
And yet there is nothing to be confused about
One chosen as ruler is a direct reflection of the ruled
Look at your kings and know yourself
Don’t be confused; Understand that everything is exactly what it is, how it’s supposed to be (at this point)
It confuses you who gets power in the politics and who gets views on youtube and whose books are being read and what movies are being watched and how many shoes some dude sold and why this person is more popular in school than you are
It’s no longer confusing when you realise each level chooses their own kings
And those kings have little to nothing in common
And that the kings of certain level are the beggars at a different level
And that beggars of a certain level are kings on different levels
Understand that the one who gets the views has little in common with the one who gets the power who has little in common with the one who is free who has little in common with the one who creates ingenious art
And then the world makes more sense
And please understand that the only clear and objective path is the one you walk with yourself
If you harbour petty hopes of conquering every level — be ready for sore disappointment
Because the beggars are kings and kings are beggars
And the world doesn’t work this way
And the idol you look up to is NOTHING you want to be, in many ways you don’t see
And the idol your idol looks up to is NOTHING he himself wants to be, in many ways he doesn’t see
So understand my friend
The only right path is your path
The only kingdom is your kingdom
Because every arbitrary worldly level and echelon and perk and achievement is ultimately illusionary, and nothing you were actually after
And one level is conflicted with another
And if you take into your head the fatuous notion of conquering these levels — you will be confused, by how incompatible they are and conflicted
Until eventually you realise that this game was never what you were after
The only game that made any sense was your own game
And to be the king of your own life