Power, Status, Fame, and all that shit

Do you know why monkeys and canines love power, status, fame and all that shit while truly enlightened humans do not? You don't know? I don't know either, but that does not prevent me from speculating because I am a speculator at heart, because I am a Freudian analyst (I don't quite know what distinguishes him from other analysts, say, Jungian analyst, for instance. I have an idea, but I am loath to share it with you for fear you would look up in Google and see me for I am: an intellectual fraud and charlatan who tries to evince scholarship and depth, but in reality is dumb as shit). Anyway, the following is my wild and wooly theory:

Those monkeys and canines which are attracted to these ephemeral values because they want to be adored, admired, or feared. In other words, they want recognition or the ability to force others to follow their wishes and orders. All these desires stem from insecurity or a sense of superiority in some areas. Those who covet and hunger for these transitory values have a simian, phony desire to please or an air of aloof superiority and love to speak in cryptic, pseudo-psychological mumbo-jumbo. Among fame, status, and power, only power has some utilitarian values if wisely exercised for the benefits of group/community/nation, and not solely for the benefits of the power holder. Thus, a person who has power, especially absolute power, needs to play a role of a philosopher king, and not a dictator. Remember power breeds abuse and fosters resentment. Very few humans know how to use it wisely, although almost all monkeys and canines, not to mention assholes, thirst for it.

Real men look into the abyss of life and wonder about its mystery. They strive for timeless verities such as freedom, honor, justice, love, and friendship. They eschew empty, trivial, transitory attractions.

Real men are men of unshaken confidence and quiet superiority. They are not hermits, but they don't hunger for status and recognition. They know they are rare. They are confident they are real humans and thus definitely infinitely better than canines and monkeys.

Are you a real man or are you just a little doggie or a pathetic monkey which indulgences in pathetic, unrhymed, unmusical verses of absolute nonsense and drivel?