At 35, an island boy, Napoleon, crowns himself as Emperor of France.
As one of the most symbolic gestures in history, he does it himself without help from authority or higher beings.
More than a decade prior he was an island boy of Corsica, born into a rank of low nobility, middle class and impoverished of sorts.
He was an artillery officer that was spared by the French Revolution because of his relatively humble beginnings as an impoverished noble of a remote colony
He spent most of his time reading books, writing novels, and skipping class. The little money he had went into reading.
He was skipping work pretending to be sick when a rebellion occurred in Paris and he was the only artillery officer available to put it down.
After years of relative obscurity, he becomes the general of the army of Italy at 26 years old. Within a year, the pope bows down to him.
By age 30, he becomes first consul of France.
And by age 35, he crowns himself emperor.
This is a love letter to the old guard and old world.
I know a lot of hungry and able island boys.
Different colors, same vibes, same story
How’s Ye? Is he doing ok?
Jig
Sisyphus with a smile
Icarus who loves the burn
Daedalus forging real wings.
Roman amongst Greeks
Prometheus experiencing an Odyssey
Day 53 Artists Way