Consider the audacity. Consider the sheer, breathtaking nerve of it. In the year 1776, in a world rigidly stratified by blood and land and divine right, where kings were kings by God’s own ordinance and peasants knew their place as surely as the ox knows the yoke, a collection of provincial lawyers, planters, merchants – revolutionaries, yes, but men accustomed to a certain order within their sphere – inscribed onto parchment a sentence that detonated the bedrock of centuries.