#philosopher king

Hear the beating of the drums As darkness closer marches. Mars is laughing war has come While Satan's wings form arches.

Shape-shifters plotting end days, Corpses gleaming blackened blood. Evil vomits festering praise As death unveils its sweet buds.

Time of darkness, time of light? Soldiers do and dare not think. Who can see and set things right, Absorb the strike without blink?

Cosmos swirling, rhythms shout, Eternity's spinning rings. Wisdom struggles to get out, Return Philosopher Kings.

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“A man’s greatness lies not in wealth and station, as the vulgar believe, not yet in his intellectual capacity, which is often associated with the meanest moral character, the most abject servility to those in high places and arrogance to the poor and lowly; but a man’s true greatness lies in the consciousness of an honest purpose in life, founded on a just estimate of himself and everything else, on frequent self-examination, and a steady obedience to the rule which he knows to be right, without troubling himself, as the emperor [Marcus Aurelius] says he should not, about what others may think or say, or whether they do or do not do that which he thinks and says and does.”

“Only he who has no use for the empire is fit to be entrusted with it.” 

---- Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu

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