Good shoes click. They just do, you can’t stop them. If you bought your shoes at payless then you don’t know what I’m talking about. Those mold injected rubber bottoms that cushion impact and stand up to the weather, they don’t make a sound. Maybe they squeak on the flecked linoleum tile of your company cafeteria, but they don’t click. The sound that good shoes make, expensive shoes is what I’m talking about, leather soles and brass tacks, the sound that they make is like no other.

You can picture it, I know you can. Close your eyes. Go on, close them. Picture a man walking down a corridor of power. The capitol building or some glassy office building in Manhattan. See him? See that dark suit, the perfectly sculpted hair. See the glint of gold on his wrist, the white opal cuff links. Do you see him. Walking towards you with the stride of a man with power?

Now listen. Lean in and listen to the space. Hear the stuffy air and the possessed atmosphere. The whir of the fans and the soft voices of important people behind heavy mahogany doors. What else do you hear. Listen closely. You hear it. I know you hear it. It’s the clicking. It’s the soft click click click as his heels hit the marble. It’s the sound of confidence, the sound of power.

My heels make that sound. My heels click when I walk. People hear me coming and they look up. They look up at me when I come in the room. People hear me and they can’t help but think it. It’s in their minds instantly whether they want it to be or not. When I come in the room and they hear my heels click across the floor they think, he is better than me.

You’re shaking your head. I know you are, I can see it. You’re shaking your head saying, I don’t think that. I don’t think you’re better than me. Certainly I don’t think that just because your heels click, but you do. You won’t admit it. Not even to yourself. You won’t LET yourself think it, but it’s there. It’s in the back of your head like a chip of ice that’s slowly spreading throughout your consciousness. When you hear that sound you become less, and I become more, and that is what power is.

But I have a secret for you. Something else you don’t know. I’m going to tell you, and then I’m going to tell you how I know, but first it’s this simple fact. A simple misunderstanding you have that lets men like me controll people like you. The simple truth is that power is an illusion.

It’s true. People value power, and it’s because they think that it is what drives the world. People with power, but my secret that I want to share with you is that it’s not. It’s not power that rules the world. Power is the shiny ornament on top of the real factor. Power is a Rolex. Does a Rolex MAKE you rich? No, of course not. A Rolex is the advertisement of your wealth, and power is the outward manifestation of something much more important. It’s the reflection of Strength.

People think they’re the same thing, but they’re not. There’s a difference, you know, between power and strength. Power is fleeting. It’s a loose tower built on a fragile foundation of thin glass. Strength through, strength is deep rooted and unseen. It’s hard twisted burlap knots that splinter and choke, tighter and tighter, even as you struggle against them.

I didn’t always know this. I, like you, once believed that power was the goal, it was the be all to end all, but I learned the truth. I learned the truth the only way you really can. I was shown the difference and made to choose which I wanted, and I will tell you about how that happened now. It’s starts with my shoes.