Profiteers and pornographers

Where am I headed if I’m excellent with money but lousy with myself? Profiteering, almost certainly. Pornography, possibly. Do-gooding, maybe.

The sin of the calf

Money is not the root of all evil. Love of money—plain old selfishness—is the grossly swollen tuber. The most important and least understood of the 10 Commandments is the first one.

An inside job

Happiness cannot be found outside of ourselves, e.g. in fame, sex, money, children, houses, high office or anything else. Happiness is an inside job. It’s the recognition of our innermost self. Of love.

Money

The culture is exceedingly devout in its worship of money. It is assumed that men in three-piece suits know what they are talking about.

We are fully revealed in our relationship to money, especially by how we part with it.

There is not much to be done with a man who is tighter than three coats of paint. He wants something, seeks an advantage. He cannot love.

The trouble with trophies

After food is swallowed, do we remember the food? No. We surrender it to the tender mercies of the digestive system and thereafter to the toilet.

Therein lies a lesson: When the work is done, forget the work. Any work. All work. I’ve talked to my sister-in-law about this. She boards horses. She mucks out stalls. Zen practice is not foreign to her nature.

Our ‘creatives’ are really bad at forgetting the work. Given the least opportunity they’ll stuff themselves into monkey suits and taxi off to an award show. They do this without the least hint of embarrassment.

What happens to a prize five minutes after we get one? Can it be traded for a dollar?

If I can be incentivized by money or pizza, I am in the wrong line of work.