So by your logic, I admit fault to my own. You will not be judged before God; only the living, those with souls are to be judged before God.

You may outlive me, and you may be all that is France and all that I control, but you are just that; a think to be controlled. I am not the helm, but the Captain, and you are not a compass, but the ship itself. Magnificent, awe inspiring and grandiose in its splendor, but that is all you are: a tool to be manipulated by the people who reside within you.

I am a passive moment of absolute power, to be immortalized in Heaven as a divine ruler of one of the greatest kingdoms to have ever existed.

You already are immortalized, though cursed and without a soul to serve the whims of the men who control you, without power or say in how your affairs are to continue, or if you are to continue at all. You are not only powerless, but purposeless until someone provides you with purpose.

Indeed you are correct in humbly suggesting anything, dear country, as you are nothing but a soulless object to be manipulated by the will of men. And where I am from, by me.