Such persons crave power because they are afraid of allowing an unguarded moment into their lives. Instead, they think they can tie everything up and have things go their constricted little way in perpetuity.
Power is boring. What we need is some social acupuncture.
By now, you might be wondering, "Jim, what does this have to do with your dick?"
Not much. Did I mention that it has its own area code? You wouldn't believe some of the calls it gets. Here comes one now:
"Hey, I'm a frisky college girl. Would you come lay some pipe between my legs?"
Back to my point: in a nation of antidepressant-doped, corporate, power-blinded fools, the one-eyed trouser snake is king--or at least should be, but not in the big-dicked statue sense, but rather in the Reichian sense, wherein we take a tip from Mr. Happy and Ms. Clit and learn to let go, to embrace the unknowable next moment. Now, if you'll pardon me, I have another call coming in.