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a little. Her boy will be coming home from school, and she can find some fault -- and it is not difficult to find fault. Every day she could have found fault, but today is a special day: "You have been fighting with somebody again. I can see your face is scratched, your shirt is torn." And she beats the boy. This is a hierarchy.
And the boy cannot understand it. The whole day in school the teacher was torturing him -- perhaps that's why they are called teachers; they torture! -- then, on the way home, a stronger boy was harassing him. And now his mother is.... He goes into his room and beats his teddy bear. Somebody has to do something!
Teddy bears don't exist without any reason. They are part of your hierarchy, where one line ends -- because the teddy bear is unmarried and... one line has come to an end. But lines and more lines.... Just look at yourself and you will see everywhere... even animals living with human beings learn the language of power.
You go to a stranger's house and his dog starts barking. But you will see a strange phenomenon: the dog has also become a politician. He is barking, and he is also wagging his tail -- this is a welcome sign -- because he is not certain whether you are welcome in the home or not. So he is doing both things -- just being diplomatic. And as the master comes out and shakes hands, he stops barking, and just the tail continues to wag. Or if the master says, "Why you are bothering my dog?" then the tail stops. Then he starts really barking and is ready to attack. Even animals become part of your power hunger.
There is certainly a deep will to power. But you cannot be always on the top; and even if you are on the top, how long can you stay there? There are others who are pulling your legs. You are trying hard to cling to your chair, but others also need to sit on the chair. So even if you reach to a powerful state, fear continues. Deep in your heart you are trembling. Your power is not reliable -- just as you have taken it from somebody else, somebody is going to take it away from you.
And the lowest slave also dreams, "It is not going to be always night. One day I will also see my dawn,
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