Stranger Fiction - On money

In one house lives a human being, who makes a million dollars a day. Somewhere else human beings are starving to death. For as long as this condition exists, everything else will not make much sense. Any change will be merely cosmetic. Any claim to progress will be self-congratulatory and premature.

It's interesting that when Yeshua, called Christ, named a force in enmity with the purpose of God, he didn't invoke the name of Ba'al or talk about Satan; he called it Mammon, perhaps foreseeing the day when the battle of great ideologies had come to an end and the ultimate oppressor, enslaving all of mankind, would be global capitalism.

Greed is not only about getting more, but more than the mean, distancing yourself from the next man. The urge to surpass another in this way often contains an element of schadenfreude, existential sadism. The worse off others are, the better off the hollow soul. This can be difficult to understand for kind people, undamaged by such vice. It follows from this principle, from refusing to share, that others are made destitute, plebs, and it is the nature of plebs to be easily rallied by any radical notion that challenges the contemporary order.

Money is the blood of your societies. It's purpose is to transport ressources to both advanced and common functions of the body. Leaks and blockades reveal the ilnesses of your community.

You will eventually suffer for the neglect and abuse you let go untreated; this too is a law of economics.

Only the humble deserve admiration

Water always seek to maintain a level surface. If you put a man down, or a people, it will create a ripple. The deeper their degradation, the deeper the hole. If you will not let them get out of their oppression, if you offer no escape, they become a maelstrom that sucks everything down with it.

The stem of a tree does not outgrow its roots, neither do the branches of a tree grow to such an extent they strangle the entire organism.

All humans are part lion, part man. We are partly civilized, partly anarchists. At night, with no cars in sight, we cross the red light, we suspend the law and order we defend vigorously at day. When pressed for survival, we suspend all law, all morality, day or night. Society exists in this fragile balance, the crossfield between ferocious impulses, the typhoon of primordial nature, and regulation. Human civilization depends on the social contract, but whenever the social contract fails to provide better conditions than the individual could achieve when freed from the socal obligation, politics fail. If enough people experience this, it is the foundation for revolutionary tendencies, which may move in any direction and in the favor of any ideology. If unleashed, the bestial instinct in man has the capacity to destroy everything known and replace it with what we do not know and cannot understand.