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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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After our cruising days were over on the sailboat. We bought essentially what most would call a tiny house of right at a thousand sq. ft. , seemed huge after living aboard a thirty foot boat for seven years. Most essential first addition was a six foot high solid fence , surrounding the 50 x 100 back yard ! With the house setting about 75 feet back from the road. Our little island .
One can be reclusive , and still live within the horde .
We’ve lived here now for twelve years in the harbour city on the Space Coast,…bet we haven’t had more than ten different folks in the place in that time.
After all the socializing the sailing life brought with it , we too value our privacy.
If she should pass before I do , at that point I’ll likely come back out west and fade into the desert too.
We retired to the hermit life six years ago in the rolling landscape of NW Tennessee and haven’t looked back. Our property line is 1200’ back from a one lane county road and we’re invisible to all our neighbors. The closest is a mile away. I know my immediate neighbors and have exactly one actually friend.
Life is good
As creeping urbanization encroaches evermore closely on my once rural bit of the Smokies I’m looking ever more intently for quieter spaces
Oh yeah. The older I get, the more attractive the hermit lifestyle is looking.
Snoopy’s brother Spike is my spirit animal!