There is a moment in every man's life, in which the appeal of power will spur him to take dangerous risks...
His actions are given immunity, to handle whatever deeds that need to be done.
When a person adopts murder as their solution to problems and a weapon of conquest, they decrease the value of life.
They chase currency like children, chasing butterflies.
They lose focus on other aspects of life, with the semblance of a soft wind, as it ruffles the petals of a flower.
But, no one can truly understand what that means until they embark upon their own 'PURSUIT OF POWER'...