The First World’s darkest fantasy: A return to normal.
From a biological perspective, our needs are modest and few. If we knew enough to share, life would be effulgent, Edenic, easy. But, dang it, we don’t and it isn’t. In Chronicles of Wasted Time, Malcolm Muggeridge likened humans to “pigs in a crowded sty, jostling and shoving to bury their snouts in the trough; until one of them momentarily lifts his snout upwards in the air, in so doing expressing the hope of all enlightenment to come; breaking off from his guzzling to point with his lifted snout to where the angels and archangels gather round God’s throne.”
When men run out of space for their stuff, they rent or build storage facilities. In the squirrel world, this is called “scatter hoarding.”
Selfishness continues to be humanity’s most besetting sin. According to this convolution, the rich deserve to be rich and the poor deserve to be poor. Am I selfish? Of course not. Not me.
Outflow determines inflow. This is a spiritual law. It would be taught in business schools but for the fact that it’s completely inimical to a secular sense that insists the opposite is true.