cardinal conclave

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The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman’s sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.

The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman’s sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

That Vatican City meme..

Have you guys seen that meme that points out that “Women are not allowed to vote” in Vatican City?

Vatican City does not have elections. Nobody votes in Vatican City. It is the territory of an absolute monarch–the Pope. Cardinals in Vatican City don’t vote. Archbishops don’t vote. Monsignors don’t vote. The Swiss Guard do not vote. ARE WE GETTING THE PICTURE TUMBLR? 

And please do not say, “Cardinals vote.” Cardinals have a conclave, AFTER THE MONARCH IS DEAD. Yes, there is a conclave, which has nothing to do with the Vatican City-State but is a spiritual conference to choose the next Spiritual Leader. If Vatican City was nuked and there was nothing but a sandbox there, there would still be a conclave in some place or other.

The conclave, unlike national elections, is not attached to the Nation State. It can take place anywhere, from Seoul to Tijuana. The Spiritual Leader who comes out of a conclave just happens to inherit the role of absolute monarch, but the two are separate roles and the conclave is first to find the Church a spiritual leader–NOT to find Vatican City a new monarch.

I need to take some blood pressure medicine because when the Stupidmeter of Tumblr goes off the charts, I am fit to pop a gasket.

The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman’s sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.