Don't get me wrong, I understand full well how important the Ka-Chink is. I'm talking the Palm-Grease, Baby; what makes the world go HO-HO; that which we dream of, which we count dearly.
It is a great tool, if you got it. Most that have it got it from their parents. Some have a lot of it due to innovation, usually in the form of some kind of trickery. I am thinking of the Catholic Church, which co-opted the good will of Paganism to amass a hoard from the herd. Bill Gates got his not by producing an exceptional product, rather by suppressing good innovations. Need I mention the record-breaking profits of the oil companies over the last two years?
Those that don't have it, about 98% of the world's peoples, have to make do with what they can-can. So far, we in La Conner, and most of us in the US, at least get to eat. Some places, food is scarcer than money.
Hard to be spiritual if you are starving.
So for those that have water, food and shelter but lack the pure mojo to jet-set, what to do?
I am reminded of a little boy I knew, the nephew of a girlfriend, who was being punished by having his toys taken away. Wasn't long before he turned his hands into airplanes, cars and guns. I realized that, in effect, the lack of toys built his imagination. Astronaut training, in other words. Builds character.
I'm a character!!
Shun security and convenience! Put your moola into the Real Bank Account.
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- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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Almsgiving from the population reached a peak during the religious holidays; but it was continual all through the year, and sometimes took the form of money handed to the convicts as they shuffled through the streets of Omsk in a work convoy. The first time Dostoevsky received alms in this way was 'soon after my arrival in prison.' A ten-year-old girl—the daughter of a young soldier, who had seen Dostoevsky in the army hospital when she came to visit her dying father—passed him walking under escort and ran back to give him a coin.
' "There, poor unfortunate, take a kopek, for Christ's sake," she cried, overtaking me and thrusting the coin in my hand... I treasured that kopek for a long time.' This last assertion is literally true: Dostoevsky's second wife confirms that he kept it as a memento for many years and was very upset when it was lost.. "
Paul Gray from biography
on Fydor Dostoevsky
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