One only sees what they wish, and what they do with the others.
Why have They always command?
One does not know.

The multitudes have not given themselves to Them.

They have taken them and They keep them.
Their power is supernatural.

It is, because it was.

This is its explanation and formula and breath--"It has to be." As they have laid hold of arms, so they lay hold of heads, and make a creed.
"They tell you," cried he, whom none of the lowly soldiers would deign to listen to; "they say to you, 'This is what you must have in your minds and hearts.'" An inexorable religion has fallen from them upon us all, upholding what exists, preserving what is.
Suddenly I hear beside me, as if I were in a file of the executed, a stammering death-agony; and I think I see him who struggled like a stricken vulture, on the earth that was bloated with dead.