Wealth is not evolution.
Currencies, in every form, in any form,
are everything opposed to evolution, creation, survival,
and everything in the in-betweens.
And yet we hoard wealth
begged, borrowed, stolen
as if afterlives had an economy to run.
We collect it in cash, kind, and change,
across decades and generations,
and the debts follow too.
Imagine a life so pointless,
even death isn’t a biddable enough price for a clean slate.
And in just a couple of thousand years
we have not only denied millions of years of existence,
but convinced ourselves
that the significance of our lives can be summed up
by the number of commas needed
to accommodate our currency collections.
For thousands of years we’ve hallucinated
to this delusion of importance,
this imagined idea of wealth.
And as if that wasn’t enough,
we let it become the objective definition
of hundreds of thousands of lives.
Worthy or worthless,
decided in less time than it takes to snap a finger.
Imagine a life so frugal
you could weigh it in crumpled paper notes.
Imagine countless lives measuring themselves
against such flawed gibberish.
Tell me
what do you imagine is worse,
if I told you your answer was your currency?
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