The Book of Life
A thought for the day

Pathways for uncertain travellers on the road to Now
 
The Emperor
On a throne of stone, a warrior sat
Fresh from battle, still damp blood
clinging to his hands.
His voice echoed from the mask
which hid his face,
“Each gain must be consolidated,
and responsibility taken for our acts.
Power must be meted out
with a firm but gentle hand.”
Although he sat with ease his hand strayed near his sword, as if in a moment, he would use it to uphold his Law, as well as his mace of Power.
Pondering the masked features, realisation comes that although the body and effects of Power are there for all to see, its face is always ill-defined and nebulous.
Can you remove the mask and cease to act in a play of relying on display?