It is important to keep in mind that all power is transitory. One may seek the glories of being served by others, worshiped by the media, feeling the lust of getting your hands on lots of things that don't belong to you....but it does not last.
That's what the poem "Ozymandias" is about. Read it, and remember November. Do everything you can to assure the outcome. Then look at this pictorial retrospective of Hitler's bunker and remember. (I am not equating one with the other. It's just good to think about.)
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
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