Power (n.) is no more held than a secret is extracted, for the secrecy of power is the same as that of the secret : It does not exist.
Power (n.) struggles against its own becoming total, passing the buck and working in secret against itself.
Power (n.) risks being reduced to mere signs of power, even as it numbs and manipulates us by signs.
Power (n.) has its hell: mastery at its height with nothing left to do but lose face, its programming power total yet only usable against itself.
Power (n.) is at bottom the urge to drag everything into the real, and its corruption is to charge to reality what belonged to dreams.
Power (n.) that has reached its extreme no longer knows what to do with itself: without aim or believable enemy, it can only hand out gratuitous humiliation and so humiliate itself.