Power has us

We don't have power. It is power the one that controls us, that transforms us, that guides us to do whatever low instincts dwell in us. Unless you are an exceptional being.

One of the marvels of reading good books is that they help you realising things. It doesn't prevent you from making mistakes (we wish), but sometimes it can reduce the probability of us making them. If we know that doing our free will hides the possibility of us becoming spoiled children regardless of our age, we may want to put some control measures on ourselves and exercise some self-discipline. This can be useful, for example, when it comes to not spending all our money on payday on our favourite fancies.

Of course, we don't need to read any of the best novels in the world to know that, but it is also because we will be faced with reality, sooner or later, and reality will tame what our free will would not. We are lucky: we don't have such a huge power that would get out of control and devour us. Otherwise, we would benefit from the example of Bastian in Ende's The Neverending Story, whose wishes, no matter how big or small or likely to happen, would become true. Bastian is like most of us: he had some traumas, some lack of self-confidence, some inferiority complex; he felt powerless for too long, and suddenly he is given the power of making his wishes, every single one, come true. And so he does. I don't want to be a spoiler, so allow me to be a bit cryptical: with every single wish that became true, he lost something—until, towards the end of the book, he seems to be about to lose everything without noticing... What is he losing with every wish? Does it have a happy ending? Read the book. Is it realistic? It is a beautiful image of what happens in real life, IMHO.

At least in literature, there are examples of individuals that are immune to the temptation of infinite power. In Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, when Samfast takes the Ring from Frodo and puts it on his hand, the Ring offers him a vision of Power, of Control on everything on Earth, on wills, on entire nations. Sam is not affected by it and the Ring, the Offer of Absolute Power, goes silent for many pages, and will not tempt Sam again. Sam had the Power and carried Power in his pocket for many pages because he had to, he humbly accepted his role. There are politicians like that, even if we don't see them often; but they do exist, and you, dear reader, probably have two or three in your mind from recent history.

We are not Samfast (well, maybe you are, but allow me to continue as if you weren't). If we could, we would be more like Bastian, most of us. And if we cannot be Samfast, being Bastian is the best option of those we have left—as weird as it may sound.

We could also be Warlords.

Power wants to grow and it uses us as its tool. It used Napoleon, it used many others, it keeps using and always will use anyone available.

There is a certain admiration for Napoleon. I always heard my history teachers talk about him as a great strategist. Today, I see him with less praising eyes: I just see a man who sent tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of his own people to death, just because he wanted more power. He had enemies to defeat, you know. With enemies to defeat, territories to conquer and a lust for power that could never get satisfied, the lives of those devoted to him were as worth as the potential of lentils to become plants one day: zero when you want a plate of stew.

Put a spoiled child with some hidden inferiority complex at the top of society and you will see what happens. It could be that, in order to destroy his enemies, the spoiled child infects his devoted ones with a lethal disease in the hope they will get in contact with his (probably imaginary) enemies and bring them to death. That's the role of his devoted ones. The role of lentils in my stew is to keep me on my feet, and the role of the King's subjects is to keep him on his throne. Being destroyed for their King is an honour, after all. Their King calls them out, politely suggesting how wonderful it would be if His Lands were packed with people getting infected from each other, ready to spread His Majesty's Justice among His foes.

Yes, I believe we are in a global war right now. Yet I don't think it is a war of Humanity against a virus. The virus, and part of Humanity, os just a tool, fulfilling the conquering and defeating plans of some Kings who are nothing but spoiled children with a lust for power that will never be satisfied. They believe they are in charge, that they are in power; but it is Power who owns them.

Today, we are losing our beloved ones, we lose our health, we lose our hope, many lose their lives. We feel powerless. Yet the paradox is that, to a certain extent, the most powerful can be the most powerless.

Because they can't feel loved and their loss is Bastian's.