PARDON ME, IS THIS THRONE TAKEN?
                        __________________
 
 

Commoners like noise; the king prefers silence.
A constant cacophony helps keep the commoners in line;
silence is the manifestation of the king keeping to 
his own counsel.

The relentless din dumbs down the commoners’ intelligence, while the king’s silence reinforces his.
 

 
The commoners are many, and feel the need for
continual noise-causing communication between them;
the king, a singular, self sufficient figure, 
has no one to whom he feels he must speak.
Commoners furthermore enjoy the din of their 
verbal communication, 
(with its content being generally of no significance), 
while the king derives his pleasure from his 
non participation in the hubbub.

   
    The ceaseless racket of the commoners helps keep the state    
    healthy and running;
    the king’s well-being comes from his love of quietude.
 

Commoners see movies; read books; watch tv; 
attend cultural events, and talk on phones, recreationally;
they are genetically disposed to seek constant
immersion in noise;
being an “everyday-person”, and,
”up-to-your-ears-in-babble” are synonymous;
commoners’ heads have a natural aversion to quiet,
and they will spare no expense, or expenditure of energy to keep their craniums from suffering this condition.
 

Although ‘tis never identified as such amongst themselves -- 
the very life of a commoner is built around noise  --  
                      --  constant, relentless noise.
 
 

You might be surprised to hear that 
hardly any commoner has the desire to be king;
they will talk about what they would do if ruler,
but almost none of them ever has enough interest
in being king to make any effort in that direction.
As long as he can make all the noise he wants, 
(including certainly: whining, complaining & criticizing),
a typical commoner is as content as can be.
 

During the history of the kingdom, several visitors have pondered the question of why there are not more of the commoners with a desire to be king, 
and live in quiet regality --  free from the constant pandemonium indigenous to their position --
but they do not grasp the situation.
The commoners generally have no feel for the pleasures the king enjoys, in fact if his life is described to them
they are bewildered and cannot comprehend why --  
or how anyone would put up with such an
uneventful existence, 
(commoners equate noise with excitement, 
a sentiment not shared by the king).
 

  
Of passing note: a few commoners throughout the ages have been born apparently with a desire to leave their native ranks, and ascend to the throne,
but the innate differences in commoners and kings is such that making the move seems improbable at best.
Yet a few try;
they plot, they scheme;
they chafe, they dream, 
and they make what regal-directed efforts 
a commoner can come up with --
but the journey from the town up to the castle 
is a distance damn near impassible.
Yet there are always a few down in town who 
want, dream, and scheme.
 
 

     A lion cub becomes king of the jungle by 
      coughing up that verbose commonerball. 
 

                                             J
 

...is it still necessary to point out that everything said above 
is about what goes on inside of you?!