As soon as there is an _act_, even in love, it is power. Love itself is purely a relationship. But in an age that, like ours, has lost the mystery of power, and the reverence for power, a false power is substituted: the power of money. This is a power based on the force of human envy and greed, nothing more. So nations naturally become more envious and greedy every day. While individuals ooze away in a cowardice that they call love. They call it love, and peace, and charity, and benevolence, when it is mere cowardice. Collectively they are hideously greedy and envious. True power, as distinct from the spurious power, which is merely the force of certain human vices directed and intensified by the human will: true power never belongs to us. It is given us, from the beyond. Even the simplest form of power, physical strength, is not our own, to do as we like with. As Samson found. But power is given differently, in varying degrees and varying kind to different people. It always was so, it always will be so. There will never be equality in power. There will always be unending inequality. Nowadays, when the only power is the power of human greed and envy, the greatest men in the world are men like Mr. Ford, who can satisfy the modern lust, we can call it nothing else, for owning a motorcar: or men like the great financiers, who can soar on wings of greed to uncanny heights, and even can spiritualise greed. They talk about “equal opportunity”: but it is bunk, ridiculous bunk. It is the old fable of the fox asking the stork to dinner. All the food is to be served in a shallow dish, levelled to perfect equality, and you get what you can. If you’re a fox, like the born financier, you get a bellyful and more. If you’re a stork, or a flamingo, or even a _man_, you have the food gobbled from under your nose, and you go comparatively empty. Is the fox, then, or the financier, the highest animal in creation? Bah! Humanity never bunked itself so thoroughly as with the bunk of equality, even qualified down to “equal opportunity”. In living life, we are all born with different powers, and different degrees of power: some higher, some lower. The only thing to do is honorably to accept it, and to live in the communion of power. Is it not better to serve a man in whom power lives, than to clamour for equality with Mr. Motor-car Ford, or Mr. Shady Stinnes? Pfui! to your equality with such men! It gives me gooseflesh. How much better it must have been, to be a colonel under Napoleon, than to be a Marshal Foch! Oh! how much better it must have been, to live in terror of Peter the Great--who was great--than to be a member of the proletariat under Comrade Lenin: or even to _be_ Comrade Lenin: though even he was greatish, far greater than any extant millionaire.