We do seek power, but it seems the real mystery is that which seeks, than what it seeks. The fact of desire, than the objects of desire.

So we can't dismiss what drives us, only seek to come to terms with it.

As goal oriented creatures, we think there should be some pot of literal or figurative gold at the end of the narrative arc.

Yet it is this inherent tension between the desire for order and the fact of order that we stumble over, because we have to then transcend anything that might confine our desire. We want our cake and eat it too.

Which goes to the essence of the Trinity, as an analogy of regeneration, the son reborn.

The problem of Christianity is trying to make it into an end state, a final order, than a metaphor of life constantly, vitally cycling between desire and judgement.