Earlier today I used a word in response to a story shared by a dear friend. Hardly unusual, as I tend to use a great many words. You may have noticed this from time to time. This particular word, however, is one that I rarely have an opportunity to use.
"Interregnum."
It's proper definition refers to the time period between the death of a king and the crowning of his successor. A Latin term directly translatable as "Between kings."
I used it to reference the last 23 years. From the fall of the Soviet Union until Russia's present actions in the Ukraine. They have spent this period deciding what they are and (apparently) a decision has been made.
I think that it will only be a matter of days before they move in and annex the south-eastern half of the country, if not the entire nation. The moment that occurs, we will be living in a new world and the interregnum will end.
What shape the world will take after that can only be conjecture at this point. It's unlikely that they will be satisfied with their meal, but it will take time for them to digest it. The years to come will be spent by Europe in fortifying positions and nervously watching the giant wrestle with it's old possessions. Whether we (or they) will interfere with the process is yet to be seen, but the answer to that question will shape the coming century.
Really, I'm no more a fortune-teller than you, but you can feel the strings vibrating from half a world away.
"The King is dead! Long live the King!"
Or not.
The show is just starting.
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