We bring order to chaos, but one man's chaos is another man's order.
I pay for everything with paper and bits of metal that have been given meaning and worth and whose meaning and worth I accept. If I didn't accept money as a concept of worth, I wouldn't try to make more of it and save it and spend it and use money on credit. I have trapped myself by accepting the construct of money as having any worth.
And you say, "But Adrian, you have to use money to survive in this world!"
And I say I have to use someone else's idea of my worth in this world to survive. And I also say that I agree with you. But it isn't money that puts food on the table, but the work that you do in the world that puts food in the table. And oddly enough, if you work enough you can put away enough money that will actually start to work for you.
A concept, a construct, paper imbued with worth, an actual inanimate object is producing something from itself. This is a miracle. I have a pen on my desk and it sits there everyday, but it doesn't make more of itself.
It is amazing the things that we have imbued with meaning! We have pulled shiny rocks from the ground and named it gold and it has been assigned with meaning and value; the same with diamonds and other precious stuff taken out of the ground. At least oil does something. I can respect oil, but gold? Gold does nothing except adorn people and things and make them look shiny and pretty, which is associated with worth and value.
What if I decided to take my work as the true thing that is valuable and not the money? What if I assigned meaning and value to everything I do? I think I just may become the richest man in the world.
But this won't be easy. Assigning value to everything I do means invoking every moment with value. My time will literally become money.
Which leaves me to wonder why am I wasting my time here? But I'm not wasting my time. I'm formulating a new way of looking at the universe. Everything I do will become priceless, a treasure beyond measure. My thoughts, my driving, my writing, my programming, my eating, my drinking - All of it will become something more valuable than gold and diamonds.
I will become the treasure of the universe.
All of us will become something beyond measure. And then maybe no one will hurt anyone else ever again, because we do not ever harm that which is priceless to each other on purpose. We'll only have to worry about accidental pain and harm to each other. No war. No murder.
We will preserve the treasures of the universe by treating each other and ourselves as nice and carefully as we would a billion dollar sculpture or piece of art because all of us would have aspired to make ourselves worth as much as this.
Now get back to making gold, my alchemical friends.
I pay for everything with paper and bits of metal that have been given meaning and worth and whose meaning and worth I accept. If I didn't accept money as a concept of worth, I wouldn't try to make more of it and save it and spend it and use money on credit. I have trapped myself by accepting the construct of money as having any worth.
And you say, "But Adrian, you have to use money to survive in this world!"
And I say I have to use someone else's idea of my worth in this world to survive. And I also say that I agree with you. But it isn't money that puts food on the table, but the work that you do in the world that puts food in the table. And oddly enough, if you work enough you can put away enough money that will actually start to work for you.
A concept, a construct, paper imbued with worth, an actual inanimate object is producing something from itself. This is a miracle. I have a pen on my desk and it sits there everyday, but it doesn't make more of itself.
It is amazing the things that we have imbued with meaning! We have pulled shiny rocks from the ground and named it gold and it has been assigned with meaning and value; the same with diamonds and other precious stuff taken out of the ground. At least oil does something. I can respect oil, but gold? Gold does nothing except adorn people and things and make them look shiny and pretty, which is associated with worth and value.
What if I decided to take my work as the true thing that is valuable and not the money? What if I assigned meaning and value to everything I do? I think I just may become the richest man in the world.
But this won't be easy. Assigning value to everything I do means invoking every moment with value. My time will literally become money.
Which leaves me to wonder why am I wasting my time here? But I'm not wasting my time. I'm formulating a new way of looking at the universe. Everything I do will become priceless, a treasure beyond measure. My thoughts, my driving, my writing, my programming, my eating, my drinking - All of it will become something more valuable than gold and diamonds.
I will become the treasure of the universe.
All of us will become something beyond measure. And then maybe no one will hurt anyone else ever again, because we do not ever harm that which is priceless to each other on purpose. We'll only have to worry about accidental pain and harm to each other. No war. No murder.
We will preserve the treasures of the universe by treating each other and ourselves as nice and carefully as we would a billion dollar sculpture or piece of art because all of us would have aspired to make ourselves worth as much as this.
Now get back to making gold, my alchemical friends.
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