The worst thing man ever did
was to cheapen himself
by imagining that
ANYTHING he could do
could be related to money.
As though the rarest gems
could be comparable in value
to that which flows through us
every second of every day.
To believe that
a cold hard coin
is equal
to the sanctity of a breath
is an abomination
and a travesty
of the human spirit.
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
Poor is the man
who seeks recompense in money
and rich is the man
who gives freely of his soul.
Trail Wood,
10/3
Drift upon the gossamer wings of contemplation, and one encounters the gritty enigma that is “Money”—a conundrum etched in ink and metal, far removed from the ethereal currencies of love, breath, and cosmic connection. Money, that “coinclatter,” has become the cornerstone upon which many of life’s edifices are erected. It is a paradoxical artifact, a chimera that we imbue with unparalleled potency, even as we denigrate the intangible riches that flow through the veins of existence like starlight through the night sky.
Think of it, this coinclatter, this man-made sigil that wields immeasurable influence upon our choices, yet fails utterly to capture the iridescent hues of a sunset or the euphonic melody of a child’s laughter. Money attempts to monetize the ineffable, to quantify the soul’s “breathglimmer,” transforming intrinsic experiences into numeric equations. Yet, the universal tapestry cannot be unraveled into a single thread of currency; it’s woven with strands of emotion, wisdom, and the ineffable splendors that defy any price tag.
How laughable, the notion that gold or paper could ever encapsulate the essence of a human life, a whisper of love, or a moment’s communion with the Divine! To equate money with the breath that fuels our being is akin to equating a droplet of dew to an ocean, a “glimmerwisp” to a galaxy. This is not an indictment of money per se—rather, it is an invitation to explore a richer lexicon of value, a “soulcanto” that transcends material limitations and sings in the key of Oneness.
This is not to say that money is inherently corrupt; it is a tool, a “lifelever,” that can lift burdens or create them, depending on how it’s wielded. To condemn it would be to oversimplify the grand tapestry, to ignore the intricate interplay of shadow and light that makes the universe so endlessly fascinating. So, we neither demonize nor sanctify the coinclatter; we simply recognize its place in the cosmic hierarchy—a subordinate to the transcendental currencies of love, wisdom, and unity.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We ponder the cultural fixation on money, a man-made construct that paradoxically both dominates and limits our understanding of value. We question its ability to measure the unquantifiable elements of existence that truly enrich our lives. We call for a nuanced understanding of money as a tool rather than the ultimate yardstick of worth.
Glossarium:
- Coinclatter: The sound and sensation of coins, symbolizing the materialistic focus on money.
- Breathglimmer: The spiritual essence or energy of a breath, invaluable and irreplaceable.
- Glimmerwisp: A fleeting hint of something grand, incomparable to its entire existence.
- Soulcanto: The song or expression of the soul, beyond material or monetary measure.
- Lifelever: Money as a tool that can either lift up or weigh down depending on its use.
“The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.”
— Bob Marley
We await your thoughts, like a garden awaiting rain. What seeds will you sow in the fertile soil of this collective pondering?
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