A FB friend rightly celebrated the historical and political cultural significance of Serena Williams and all others who follow her and Venus’s magnificent and broad shoulders, including those of Rafael Nadal (right?), in literally changing the world before our eyes in a kind of Supreme Court but “true, honest, pure and lovely” ineffable majesty. FB Excerpt: “Watching Francis Tiafoe notch his second unlikely US Open win in 24 hours was a true joy. On the heels of Serena’s retirement, inspiring to see the changing of the guard continue to shift toward the diversity she and her sister have elevated.” I could only respond in the same enthusiasm: “Demography is destiny! History is biography!” My twofold paraphrase is of the words and spirit (or spectral ghost and perhaps something worse?) of Victorian, Tory, illiberal and anti-democratic artist, historian and public intellectual, Thomas Carlyle. See also in this same rich vein for mining the modern polished elements of style his book, published in 1841, On Heroes, Hero-Worship, & the Heroic in History. In the age of continental revolutions from the French Revolution in 1789 to those of 1848, this Scottish friend of transcendental idealists like Emerson and Romantic poets like Coleridge shared their same timely and timeless worldview. For example, Carlyle believed in the historical necessity and moral imperative of rule by authoritarian political leaders for achieving the periodic cleansing of society of undesirable and anarchic detritus in a certain spirit of restorative justice. In his day, this spirit was the sublime measure of a good people where all are and remain in their right place: the wondrous aesthetic of the Elizabethan “great chain of being” inspiring a glorious eternal return of virtuous and just vertical hierarchy. In this sense, while mourning the death of 96-year old Queen Elizabeth, we can nonetheless rejoice, long live this royal monarchical spirit of just hierarchy and beloved community for the privileged few and the masses who suffer them. Thus begins the mindful zeitgeist grandeur of our high-energy and extraordinary promethean creative-destructive self-apotheosis of our optimal and optimizing Total Modern World of individual fountainheads of self and other mastery: our final arrival not at the end of history but its very beginning in our good celebrations and vicarious infatuation with all manner of diverse great individuals who now join the privilege of power with the joy of social justice iconography. “Ain’t life grand!?” Clyde Barrow. Warren Beatty as our pragmatic new-old paradoxical public-mythic intellectual, talking to fellow grand mastery celluloid-augmented individual, Faye Dunaway, in “Bonnie and Clyde,” the movie, not the reality in actual history.