We all become the kings and queens of our own destiny. We are all called by that higher power to do what is right, good and kind. And at times, as with my own experience, the scope of the task is overwhelming if you see it all at once. Far better, I found, to show willingness to tackle it as countless small tasks that build to from the shape of your life. Legends are as fine garments, created one stitch or woven thread at a time, yet with some vision and plan for the garment you desire. This is why we work each stage with love... because that is what the entire will be fashioned from come the time to conclude our task. And we can only pray that we have enough time to do maximal good. And it is a good question to ask, why I never told you of this before. I can comprehend why that is arisen as a query. All I can say is that these tasks are so huge that most of the time all of your attention and ability is absorbed by the stitch at hand - otherwise it would be less good than it could have been. Such is the way of these kinds of lives. You live in perpetual duality, one aspect at a time in the conscious brain and the rest taken care of by the subconscious until it requires special attention. So, most of the time there is nothing to say, the grand awareness of the task is in "sleep mode" even if it's being worked on in the background. And then, naturally, it is safer not to say anything, easier too. These things are tough for others to believe and I have almost no friends as it is. So, call it destiny, call it a job, call it whatever you want. I don't care. I just do this because I was asked to. There will be more monarchs of virtue. I am one of many.
Virtuous queen, if I had ever won you in some less honourable way, what is the ceiling of what we could have been? As it is, there is none. We are limitless. And being in your sweet care, you being within my own, is all I ever wanted and needed. Now that part of me is at peace, achieving the once elusive state of ever-rest.
Be still my virtuous queen,
Be still and feel my heart through the ether,
For only then
For only there,
In such restful solitude,
Dwells the oath of your king,
The truth of my eternal love.
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