Every empire begins with a word. Sometimes it’s “Go,” sometimes “Obey,” and sometimes “Amen.”
In the age of King James, language wasn’t a tool — it was a weapon. The power to name, decree, and define meant the power to control reality itself. To a king raised on superstition and scripture, words were the line between salvation and chaos. His Bible, his witch trials, his treaties — all were spells spoken in ink.
The miracle wasn’t that people believed him. The miracle was that the words worked. They ordered a nation, sanctified politics, and echoed so beautifully that we still quote them four centuries later. “The powers that be.” “Let there be light.” “Judge not.” Language became the Church’s crown jewel — the invisible monarchy of the human mind.
And today? We’re still spellbound. Influencers, politicians, and AI prophets all play the same old game — bend words, bend the world.
Because whether it’s the quill or the keyboard, words remain our oldest magic.
