Tuesday, February 12, 2008

materialist misconceptions of fortune

Fortune. Fortunate. What comes to your mind when you hear these words?

Money? Physical possessions acting as status symbols? Then you're a mammonist, materialist, a money-worshipper / thing-accumulator. You are outward-directed, superficial, and entranced by the fleeting shadows of the klesas and aggregates.

Good health? Peace? Joy? Friendship? Self-fulfillment? Then you're an immaterialist, one who values intangibles, an advanced metaphysical being.

"Hey, Vaspers, if you're so smart, which we cannot deny, how come you don't live in Trump Towers?" a gentle reader recently asked me.

Do you think smart people all live in places like Trump Towers?

Do you think that the money a person has is a reliable determinant of the value of advice a person gives? Would you seek counsel from a slick talker in a $5,000 suit driving a Bentley, rather than a sincere and altruistic expert in khakis and a sweater, who rides a bicycle to work to stay in shape?

Sure, we don't seek experts in soup kitchens and cardboard shacks. But I also don't seek them in Trump Towers.

Those who exploit the downtrodden often like to make a vain show of their vehicles and homes, their gold and silver. Then let their material possessions be their security blankets, as immaterialists dive inside and touch the pulse of creation.

When Sean Hannity bragged insecurely about driving a Cadillac Escalade, as though that proved his ideology was more correct than Combs', I felt real sorry for Sean. Con artists also boast of their penthouses and fancy dames...until the law catches up to them.

Gambling casinos, prescription painkillers, and investment scams is how God takes money away from bad rich people, while making sure the poor devout (in deed, not doctrine) have every need met, and more.

Anyone who leans on the material realm for status, satisfaction, and serenity is sorely misguided. Because of this affliction, I'm afraid some might turn their noses up at my modest requirements.

No, I don't live in Trump Towers.

But remember the con artists who are financially successful at ripping people off. They like to live in such dwellings, for the ostentatious display and lavish lifestyle temporarily covers over the dying embers of guilt in their impoverished hearts.

Having all your real needs met, an ample supply of items geared to self-fulfillment endeavors (in my case, it's music and film), and a growing community of online and physical world friends.

These are the enduring and truly valuable fruits of correct living and proper ideology.

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