The King can do no wrong; he cannot constitutionally be supposed capable of injustice.
The uncluttered arena grants every living thing its unique existence. Including me.
Listen cousin, the way things are supposed to work out, one day the struggles of all you screwed up little underdogs will forge a permanent rainbow that'll encircle this entire earth, I should live so long.
In the heart of the slaughterhouse -- always -- enough room to nourish the awe.