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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
There’s an old man I know in town – a millionaire three times over, so he claims, I met him in a coffee shop, queuing up we struck a conversation over economics. He confessed to me that it took him a long time to realise the extent of the damage done by money, by greedy individuals and corporations all over this world. And, said he, the problem is not resolving and won’t; not until all profits have been squeezed from all available resources and goods. I’m a bit like the prodigal son, he admits but I’m afraid it is too late to do much of anything. I wish, when I was young I’d looked into the eyes of the weak, the poor, the dis-enfranchised of this world instead of driving around like old man Potter counting my money and seeing all things only as a means to more profit. Had I seen the gross injustices greed causes perhaps then I could have made a difference. But now I know tomorrow will come and I will know the sorrow of what I and so many others, have sown on the way. He admitted he is happier divested of his holdings and with most of his money gone – by choice. I cannot change humanity, he said to me sadly but I can change my mind, I can change how I think; I can be compassionate now, without the money and that’s quite a revelation, don’t you think? His laughter is almost a whisper as he adds, for me, that’s got to be enough now. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I'm afraid he is a very rare find today, this old soul who learned along the way. enjoyed! And thanks for reading Binta! |
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