What is the deal with power.
Why do some crave it?
Why do they lust for it at the expense of all else?
There are people whose lust for power is so fierce, so consuming, they throw all good reason and logic out the window in its quest.
Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Baron Acton.
For most, power is important insofar as it helps fill the coffers to the brim, and beyond. For power is but one elemental ingredient in the grand scheme of materialistic and societal attainments; wealth, status, sex…power is the gasoline of this large, lustful vehicle. Some strive only for the gasoline.
The car may very well have no wheels or brakes. For it’s the gasoline that is their monomania.
Sitting in a car that doesn’t move matters not as long as the gas tank is full.
The lust for power, naked and untempered power, is the source of much demise, unhappiness and destruction.
The lust for undiluted and unaccountable power kills spirits and destroys ambition in those unfortunate to cross the path of the power maniac. The absolute fulfillment of power in the absence of other neutralizing qualities is diseased.
Even those who seek and discover the greatest power in our society (presidencies of Country and Corporation) are driven by a complex set of values and goals which serve to pacify the power fixation. Riches, reputation, privileged access, notoriety…the list is endless. These power spin-offs, ready to spring to action if the drive to power should begin consuming the devotee. As with everything, this is definable in a gradating series of qualities ranging from the lowest to the highest and the infinite number of case points in between. No one is driven purely by the drive for power, and no one is completely free of the drive to power.
I actually despise the concept of power, much less its practice.
I have a strong distaste for power and those who wield it blindly.
I see those who thrive solely on power as idiots and self-obsessed morons. Quite a generalization, I realize, but my experience has thus far justified this rather close-minded opinion, over and over and over…
Power is an empty tool.
Power is like a big screen digital television in the middle of a remote wilderness.
Impressive in the right context. A small and trivial context.
Stripped bare of life’s rudimentary nature, it doesn’t mean shit.
Power is hollow.
I can’t fathom powering over others.
I can barely bring myself to assert even the slightest parental power over my son.
I’m sure that speaks to a quality I’m lacking or to other troubling issues of self-perception.
It’s not guilt.