To our modern world with presidents, governors, and other various elected officials, the idea of a king feels foreign. We like our autonomy and take it for granted—self-assured in our ability to run our lives without needing anyone to tell us what to do. And the moment some version of authority attempts to thwart our direction, we bristle like a militant group of Antifa thugs.

But what if our modern world is misguided?

We spend our time erecting statues and worshipping digital gods to stave off the lonely void that fills our souls. Slowly, we embrace the madness, distancing ourselves from the memories of our childhood that taught us ancient stories of the good way.