Lean on me

We all need somebody to lean on the song says. And I imagine the world as an endless line of dominoes, each sharing a little, but not all, of its weight with the one next to it, the whole system of support and coercion running its course until we come to the final domino, the one that is both the last and the first to fall (because the others haven't fallen, they're leaning), the one who bears (filtered through six billion fractions) the weight of the world on his shoulders, Chief Stopped Buck, the only one, in the end, who can take the collapse of the world lying down.