Many people get pissed at people in “power”. And sometimes, sometimes people treat you like you are one of those in power and that means you deserve to be treated badly or be envied.
So how do you argue against that? Not necessarily to them, because they don’t care anyway, but how do you quantify it for yourself?
What is power?
Huh. Bummer. It’s kind of a tough question, isn’t it?
And when you think about it, there is actually a lot of trickery going on when it comes to the PERCEPTION of power.
When we think of power, what do we think of instantly?
Bankers. Rich people. Famous people. CEOs. People higher in the hierarchy.
But when we say “higher in the hierarchy”, what do we really mean?
Well, turns out we mean kind of an abstract intellectualized thing. Almost … not power itself, but a caricature of power. We mean this artificial hierarchy we have established in society. You know … employer, employee, etc yada.
But it only exists in our minds. It’s not the real thing.
The social hierarchy?
Tell me … how powerful does a CEO who earns a million per month feel when he has to spend $10.000 on a mildly disgusted escort to get some sex – while some low life semi-homeless thug gets free sex from girls who actually desire him?
Tell me … how powerful does a politician in the “highest places of social hierarchy” feel when he can’t speak his mind, EVER? When he can’t go on a beer with buddies and make a random joke about some Jews or Niggers or Lepers or whatever tasteless thing he feels like saying after he’s had a few beers and just wants to have a laugh?
Tell me … how powerful does a businessman feel who has a great company running with many employees and great running projects … when he has to put in so much work he has no time to even spend the money he earns or appreciate the empty praise he … doesn’t even get because everyone hates him for being “successful”?
Tell me … how powerful do famous actors feel if they get pressured into being mouthpieces of political agendas … when they have to play soulless characters written by a screenwriter with the single goal of making money?
Tell me … how powerful does a professional photographer feel when he can make no artistic decisions he likes because his client’s bank account dictates his artistic decisions … and the client simply wants cliche portrait photographs … which would be okay … if he hadn’t taken a million of them before and grown tired of it by now?
Tell me … how powerful does a man feel when he comes back to his wife home who nags him until he does what she says and he can’t defend himself because she would divorce-rape him, sue him for violent assault (even if he didn’t do it), and take away his kids?
What do these people have?
They have a consolation … a comfort of thought … that they are “someone”. A “professional”. Or “famous”. Or “well-respected”.
A purely intellectual fantasized value.
And that’s why they defend it so hard.
They defend it so hard because they know it’s not real. They defend it so hard because they know it’s a lie. They know that they are truly rather powerless … so all they have … all they can hold on to … is the illusion of power. The social consensus … the collective lie … that they have power – while they don’t.
They defend the consensus that they “should be considered powerful”.
But it’s a soap bubble. It bursts so easily and quickly you would never even know it had been there.
And since it is so fragile, it must be guarded the more closely. Every dissenter, every free thinker must be attacked. Everyone who sees that the emperor is truly naked must be silenced.
They must eradicate consciousness, because consciousness is like a knife that mercilessly cuts through their lies.
One conscious gaze from someone who truly sees … is enough to throw them into a pit of despair.
So that leaves the question … what truly IS power?
And if we are honest about it, the simple and intuitive answer is: To be able to do whatever the fuck you like.
And the degree to which you can do whatever the fuck you like – that is the degree to which you are powerful.
Perhaps it needs more distinction. Surely it can be refined. For example … is it the degree to which you can do whatever the fuck you want? Or is it the degree to which you can do the things you actually want to do?
Either way … most of the things that are sold to us as power … are truly shackles. They eat away our time, our health, our strength … and leave us with nothing but a comforting lie.
The devil looks in your face and asks “Don’t you want to be powerful?”
And you cry out: Yes! Yes! I want it so much!
And the devil gives you a diploma, a profession, a name, a status … but he wouldn’t be the devil if he didn’t make it so miserable for you that you wish you had never wished for it.
And of course the devil is not obligated to be honest with you…
… he didn’t really give you power.
He gave you an appearance of power that you desperately mistook for power itself.
Tell me … if you are so powerful, Sir Highinthesocialhierarchy … why do you never exercise that power?
You say it’s because you are humble.
But we both know it’s because if you tried to exercise your power, you would realize you have none.
You have no power.
Not the power to speak freely, not the power to act freely, not the power to desire and be desired as you please, not the power to be who you are, not the power to have enough time for yourself to enjoy your life.
All you have is the illusion of all those things. You can speak freely as long as you only say what you are allowed to say. You are allowed to act freely as long as your free will directs your actions towards that which is expected of you. You can desire and be desired as long as you don’t question whether it’s genuine and as long as you pay for it. You can be who you are as long as it’s who you are expected to be. You can have time for yourself to enjoy your life as long as this constitutes doing what others would like you to do.
And somehow … through all this … you keep lying to yourself. You lie so hard it turns you into a warfaring robot. You are like a child screaming in helplessness: “But mommy said I was powerful and privileged and free!”
And you keep seeking … keep seeking … not for power, but for “proofs” that you are powerful.
You learn to put on an act that will make others like you … and it works. And there is your proof that you are powerful. And you repress the fact that you had to put on a fake act to be accepted and liked.
But it leaves you feeling empty. So you seek for more proofs.
With time, the trophies and prizes and certificates and news articles and photos of yourself holding the hands of famous monkeys stack up in your cabinet and start catching dust. All your “proofs”. You show them to friends sometimes to make them believe you are powerful, expecting and hoping for them to infect you with their belief of your power … you cleverly coax them into lying to you.
You like to think of them as memories of your powerful moments … but they are only records of your lie. They all look different, but you could just as well replace them all with post-its that say “I am powerful”. Except, those wouldn’t fool anyone. It wouldn’t be the same towards others – but it would be the same to you.
And yet … every time you pass a truly powerful individual on the street … it all catches up with you. You look into that individual’s eyes and you are immediately revealed. You immediately see that this person is everything you pretend to be.
But you quickly forget about it. You got that cabinet of lies at home. Nice, warm, fuzzy lies.
Maybe, one day, you will wonder what power truly is … maybe you won’t. Maybe it will stay a shadow of a thought for you. A phantom concept. A word the meaning of which you never knew and never questioned.
Maybe, one day, you will realize the true nature of the thing you never knew you wanted and always thought you had.