I want to tell a story. A story of love and dreams, a story of monsters and death, of the forgotten and the remembered. This story will be hard to believe, but even harder to tell. Though be assured, there is truth in every word. First, I need you to accept that, second, I need you to feel it, and thirdly, I need you to understand. This story is, in all its flaws and glory, truly, the Diary of a Dream. A Lovely dream. ( Read the rest of this FICTIONAL story here )
You have probably heard it said, “power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely”. Now you probably understand what this means, it is pretty self-explanatory. But if you are anything like me, you may have wondered why and how. Well, I have given this a lot of thought, and I think I finally understand how and why power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. First, I will define some terms, starting with power. Power is, In its broadest sense, energy over time. More energy in less time is more power. You might think that this makes sense when talking about electricity or something, but it is insufficient when talking about social power. However, I will explain how it still works. Think about the president, commonly referred to as the most powerful person in the world. Most would understand this to refer to influence rather than energy over time. But consider that high influence would imply that one could project a lot of energy in a short period of time. If you can wr