What I've been leading up to is that basically the modern head ('white man's head') for all its cleverness is essentially wrong or exists in a parallel dimension of logic as opposed to the real dimensions of up/down, left/right, back/front, inside/outside, all of which are of course rhythmically based.
The fundamental essence of symmetrical, spiralling reality is lost to modernity, and hence the actions of the articulate body that establishes hierarchical order in the universe.
Our Queen has gone, but the hierarchy that establishes roots in the very soil of the Earth has been gone for centuries. Charles will be imposing his 'power over flowers' as that's all that it's possible to do!
There's a basic mismatch between the 'Land of Hope and Glory' pomp that speaks of power, and the abysmal lack of hierarchy that speaks of powerlessness. The empty rituals were at the root of Lindsay Anderson's rebellious films of the late 70s (see If A6 etc.) starring Malcolm McDowell.
The Arcadian age of Gainsborough speaks of an aristocracy at ease with the roots of the earth, and their imperial spendor on country estates that traversed the Earth. Those days are long gone in the complete lack of hierarchy that is synonymous with Fleet Street propaganda for the corrupt political/economic system of basic sameness (individualism.)
We live in a resolved space (of parallel logic, electromagnetism, algorithms) that has none of the Arcadian symbols of yore because it has neither dimensions nor even the invariable time (of rhythm or spin.) This is another way of saying any hierarchical action (of the body) is impossible as a notable act in society. The Queen has her horses but there is no higher symbolic meaning in terms of the rhythms that inform music (pomp.)
Truss is the new woman in charge - in the Commons aka Martian colonialists - and the distinction between her and a robot is minimal. Where the head is in charge, the ineffable rhythms of reality are not. Distortion rules, instead of the fierce hunger that places corruption and evil in a hierarchical framework.
Part of the appeal of modernity is its strict regimes of hygiene (GM monoculture) but this is simply an illusion that disempowers the fertile soil, and hence the 4 elements of earth, air, water and fire (sun/photosynthesis.)
Without the 4 elements, the 5th element - as in Luc Besson's film - of psyche is gone too. Psyche is imbued by a state of reality (body) and cannot be invented by a head of state.
The pomp of the head of state is a figment with no primal reality. The dirt of the soil is where the fertility and regeneration of humus and clods of earth take place when allowed to just happen (P218).
Societies just happen when the fertile state allows them. This is where the psyche thrived, be it ancient Egypt ('They left the deserts golden') or Chick Chalmers' photos from the 70s of Orkney and Anerican cowboys. The psyche of a commune - or higher level than individual - that needs must cause a state of reflection on a higher plane (belief, tribe.) From that can come creativity and rebellion from a nefarious order of the illusory convictions of the head.
