Prosperity is Death

There is such a thing as too much freedom.

Not in the sense of liberty but in relation to survival.

Too much freedom produces a mind of waste, where any idea or concept can be concocted and entertained.

The kind of freedom that allows in any and all possibilities. Thoughts that are never tested, feelings that are never justified. A bloated self-serving glut of cognitive entitlement.

Too much prosperity and one’s survival instinct is decimated, leaving a mind wide open to nothingness, and closed to truth.

Wealth, either given or hard won, is an end, not a beginning. It is the end of discernment. The end of epistemological reason. The end of communication with nature.

It is death.

Shed wealth as the beaver sheds new tooth. Work to remove it as aggressively as you brought it in. Refuse to stop learning. Refuse to stop growing. Refuse to die before your natural limit.

Stay something, instead of becoming nothing.

When adaptation stops, you become society’s waste.

True wealth is in the building. The fighting. The constant discontent. The regret. The friction.

Peace is not prosperity, it is the exhaustion that comes from always attempting to lower the world’s entropy with your hands. It is always moving, despite knowing the universe will have the last say.

Die to that, not the reassurance of your fortunes.

There is such a thing as too much freedom.