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Here is a poem from my guest and great friend, cohort, partner in crime, and all-around good egg, Geraldine Torf.
When we ask people all over the globe for their highest values we will always find two at the top. The first is God, or a higher power. That makes sense; humans have held up under extreme adversity, violence, and degradation with the belief that God (or a higher power) will see them through, but, if not, that they will be rewarded with everlasting life in a higher state of being. But let us look at a strange point to the contrary.
Have you got your tunic on? Plow hitched to your ox? No?
Maybe you are lucky enough to be a baron or clergyman. Or maybe even luckier. Maybe your a lord.
In feudal times, also called The Middle Ages, land management was in the control of lords, who divided their vast holdings into parcels, or fiefs, and put local barons in charge of them. Barons held local power but still held loyalty, or fealty, to the lords.
The church was the other great governing body, and it held and divided great plots of land.
In chapter 4 of Flaubert's great novel, Sentimental Education, the protagonist, Frederic Moreau, describes the scene in the Rue Saint-Jacques in September, 1840: