Power is not an end in itself.
Power, history warns us,
tends to corrupt.
If power can be the means
by which every man, every
woman, every child,
at the least, survives,
and at the ultimate, flourishes,
then it becomes a holy mission.
If women get their power-
when women get their power,
will it be dispensed with
wisdom and compassion?
That enigma is, as yet,
undiscovered.
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