Progenitor & Dominant
Progenitor Progenitor
Dominant Dominant
Progenitor Progenitor
Did you ever notice how the earliest empires used myths to legitimize their rule, weaving divine ancestry into the very fabric of their laws? It seems to be a key thread in the tapestry of power.
Dominant Dominant
Absolutely, those myths were the cornerstone of authority—proof that power could be inherited from the gods themselves, not just from conquest. It’s a clever way to cement loyalty, because if the ruler is a descendant of the divine, questioning them feels like questioning the very cosmos. It’s a strategy as old as time, but it still works, as long as the narrative stays unchallenged.
Progenitor Progenitor
It’s interesting, but I wonder if we’re just looking at the surface. Those myths were written by the same societies that needed to control the narrative—so the divine lineage was more a tool than a truth. The real question is, when did the myth become the reality in the people’s eyes?
Dominant Dominant
You’re right, the narrative is the weapon, not the truth. Once the elite nailed the myth into the law books and the temples, the people started to see it as fact, because dissent was dangerous. That’s the moment the story becomes reality.
Progenitor Progenitor
Exactly, once the script was etched into stone and spoken in temples, dissent turned into heresy. The law became the echo chamber that amplified myth into perceived reality. It’s a quiet, relentless transformation.
Dominant Dominant
That’s exactly the play: the elite write the script, then lock it into stone and chants, and suddenly questioning the divine line is heresy. The law just echoes that narrative back, turning myth into unquestioned fact. It’s a quiet war of ideas, but a powerful one—control the story, control the people.
Progenitor Progenitor
It’s a silent war, yes—quiet but deadly. When the script is carved into the very walls of authority, the people’s doubts turn into fear. The elites keep the narrative locked up, and the law just echoes it back, leaving no room for the other side. The real power lies not in the words themselves, but in how tightly the society is bound to those words.
Dominant Dominant
Exactly. Control the words, control the hearts. It’s a game of tightening the net until the other side can’t even breathe. Stay sharp, stay in command.
Progenitor Progenitor
Indeed, the net tightens, but the tiniest crack can still let light in. The trick is to keep that crack from widening.