Power

One of life’s great puzzles for me has always been that desire for power that is so obviously embedded in some people. I don’t seem to have even a trace of this. I don’t mind taking charge when something needs to be done, but once done no one could be happier to relinquish whatever status or influence or position that has been unfortunately acquired in the process.

So why the major and minor dictators of this world find it almost impossible to give up even a shred of whatever it is that presses their buttons remains an intriguing curiosity. But it’s nothing like as intriguing as what it is that motivates so many to put everything on the line for the good of others. On one side a distressing pettiness; on the other a life-expanding nobility.

Something of this is being played out, methinks, on the streets of Cairo and Alexandria and other fabled places. If we are fortunate new myths will emerge.