When I become Death, Death is the seed from which I grow...
Who really gave that order?
ANSWER: Control. The ugly American, the instrument of control.
QUESTION: If Control's control is absolute, why does Control need to control?
ANSWER: Control needs time.
QUESTION: Is Control controlled by its need to control?
(Q) Why does Control need humans, as you call them?
(A) Weight, weight, time - a landing field. Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.
(Q) And what does Death need time for?
(A) The answer is so simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in...
... you stupid, vulgar, greedy, ugly American death sucker.
We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They're representatives of abstract forces who have reached power through surrender of self.
The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident – inept, frightened pilots at controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.
--- From “Ah Pook Is Here” by William S. Burroughs