I just wish I could make money giving the world the best version of what it needs most.
But, alas, you need enough people feeding into how the world already is to survive long enough to accomplish the latter. We are in such want for resources that *what* brings value to our lives becomes more urgent than to *whom* we can offer it.
And indeed, we already have value (according to certain obsolete documents written 300 years ago), but the belief that we don’t makes our bread and circuses more worthy of our affections than our children. Supply and demand means your soul’s a dime a dozen.
So we rap our anthems and fight each other, so our real enemy can run the show. We like him because at least his hatred doesn’t discriminate. Nothing is sacred; all is casualty. Neither of the “scientific” gladiators have married love and logic, so the lie will suffice.
There is something more necessary, more required, than survival. But we forget.
Where are my priorities? Where is my faith. It’s there, but I seem to have misplaced it…
A friend once told me she was worth more than sparrows. She wanted to believe it
