“There is a conceit within the halls of power that whispers into any willing ear, “You are chosen. You are immortal.”
Then comes the inevitable regime change.
For the vanquished foe, the elixir of sponsored media spins and arranged political marriages vanish like fog under a rising sun. The specter of what defeat in the public arena really portends looms large.
For the victor, the ecstasy of conquering gives way to a new urgency to fix the unfixable and heal the mortal wound. God-like expectations hound human bound abilities. Frustration fuels new petty divides and then from some quiet recess in the newly occupied West Wing of desire comes the same old raspy hiss, “You are chosen. You are immortal.” Ephesians 6:12 – D. G. Spillman