death of Iran

Iran has fallen the god/king  is dead, that is what an Ayatollah is after all. For the common man—whose agency matters only as a shadow upon the palace gates—the very notion of selecting, by human hand, a god/king is heresy raised to the level of farce. This is not a realm of “voting,” nor one of inheritance, nor even of silent, ancient ritual: Perhaps, if one believed the old stories, the god/king had always existed, only putting on new flesh when the old was spent. In the Ayatollah’s Persia, not even the intricate machinery of the Assembly of Experts nor the bureaucratic hydra of the Islamic Republic could obscure the core: a god/king was ordained, not selected. And yet, history’s gutter is filled with the bones of ordains and the wails of the ordained.
But what, then, when the mechanism falters, showing a trait not predicted? If the god/king, standing secure in the design of authority, is cut down—not by the slow consumption of age, but is killed by the so-called Infidel whom he claims is harmless against the shield of god? The established stories make little allowance for this. The Prophet’s time offers no tale to suit; Byzantine chroniclers, too, record no instance of it; even the Gnostic desert mystics, whose whispered heresies drift far from convention, say nothing of an outside hand breaching that sanctified circle and laying the god/king low. If such a thing were to occur, one might well see it as the old court poet described—a rip in the tent, sudden and wide, exposing the night sky entire.