My roommate walked into my room and handed me five pieces of paper. Five pieces of fabric-based, green-colored paper with a dead persons picture on them.
People attribute value to these objects.
I can understand the arguments for a social-economical barter-exchange system. I accept that money will always exist.
The disturbing part is that people devote their entire lives to the quest of having more economic capital than other people. They devote themselves to having things, possessions, objects.
People attribute value to these objects.
I can understand the arguments for a social-economical barter-exchange system. I accept that money will always exist.
The disturbing part is that people devote their entire lives to the quest of having more economic capital than other people. They devote themselves to having things, possessions, objects.
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet."It's all going to burn in the end. So why bother and try to hoard it?
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