Sovereignty (n.) is nothing but the com- of community — forever still to be completed, as in com-munism or com-passion.
Sovereignty (n.) is what our world feels most deprived of — not power or intelligence or even grace, but the brilliant flash, the figures of the Sun; war celebrates it for a split second.
Sovereignty (n.) is the power of finishing, absolutely, answering to no further end: what is sovereign is final, and what is final is sovereign.
Sovereignty (n.) is finished: its place stands empty — the empty place of the end, of the common good, of justice — and there will be no more of it; that is what history means today.
Sovereignty (n.) is NOTHING, as Bataille wore himself out trying to say — which does not mean that sovereignty is death; quite the contrary.