I try to find you and observe a ghost,  a human by its side. no comparison  is possible. again and again there is  only my looking,

your laughling; and all evidence of my heart  dissolving into unobservable light. then  I name you and I split you from yourself.  the superposition of language

collapses —the image of your empty embrace— subtle inexhaustible electric fire —tell me  how to bend—the question, the spirit, the story— and I see nothing more.

Marcus Junius Brutus belonged to the Junii, a family whose ancestor Lucius Junius Brutus (died c. 500 BCE) was said to have overthrown Rome’s last king and founded the Republic. That was the family legacy. Elite Romans especially took ancestry very seriously. Aristocratic households displayed wax death masks (imagines) on ceremonial occasions and to impress guests.

So imagine being Marcus Junius Brutus. Every day you walk past the faces of your forefathers. Your most legendary ancestor is the man who expelled kings from Rome. Now Julius Caesar has just been declared dictator for life.