It is interesting to me because my franco-prussian mother had the bastardized name of Lenarz in a small formerly socialist commune in Ohio. Her
ancestor was an agent for the prussian government living in france when he fell in love with a local french women. Knowing they could never be
together in europe, they fled for America, but anyway, his original last name, lost forever to me was some derivative of lion-hearted, Lenarz is a
misspelled francification of that name. Interestingly enough, my Scottish father's family also francified their name to hide who they were in Nova
Scotia. On my mother's side, I also have ancestors who bear the last name of gotschall (god's fool) and wright. Her great grandmother was a cousin
to the woman who would produce the wright brothers. Such a small world after all. lmao. As far as I know, none of the people on the wright side ever
became as significant as the wright brothers, although my cousin Larry had HIV and recovered. Doctors in Ohio wanted to study him, but he refused.
He's just happy not to have the disease any longer.
Art is in the eye of the beholder. The only monarchy I appreciate is the governance of the self, but allegorically, I think you could be in love with
a king of the world and be ok so long as the king has a jurisdiction limited to himself and the person singing that song saw the king everytime they
looked into the mirror.
People singing to kings dissettles me. I imagine some poor intelligence trapped in the body of a sprite forever doomed to sing the glories of some
tyrant while he flutters about his throne. I would never wish that destiny upon any creature. ;p
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