We have a new type of rule now. Not one man rule, or rule of aristocracy, or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who’ve reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.
—William Burroughs
Revelation 19:20 And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.
Happy Sunday.
Some Are by David Bowie (an outtake from his album “Low”—1977)
Sailors in snow
Send a call out raising hands
Some are bound to fail
Some are winter sun, ah
Clint, I’ve seen and commented on this image somewhere else, but I’ll say again that I love the juxtaposition you’ve presented here and all the complex reverberations of thought and feeling it sets off. Knox, the quotations you’ve added are quite apt as usual.