"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."
Shelley's poem highlights the illusory nature of power. Illusory but at its greatest, power can be anything but illusory. It infiltrates all our lives to the extent that we believe this type of power is the only reality.
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