by Artist Eye
I’m still thinking about the consent of the governed. “Consent” means to give permission and voting voices my support, but I think the idea of standing together on the same principles is more cogent. There are so many places in the world where the voices of the governed are afforded no power, where abuse of power is met with silence, or where man’s inhumanity to man fosters a propensity of the soul to flee the body because there is, practically speaking, no place to stand. Ours is a government which bids us, as we “mutually pledge to each other,” to hold the principles of freedom in common, in consent. And so to stand, each under the same sky, each gazing up into the same heavens, where-in are hid our mutual treasures of wisdom and knowledge, and the Blessings of Liberty.