In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. 'Do it,' says the king, 'for I am your lawful ruler.' 'Do it,' says the priest, 'for I command you in the names of the Gods.' 'Do it,' says the rich man, 'and all this gold shall be yours.' So tell me—who lives and who dies? Power resides where men believe it resides.
You’ll Feel The Power. They’ll See The Taillights.