What possesses a man to think nothing of walking regularly into a pub or restaurant and spending his hard earned cash on a few drinks? Drinks that enter the body at one end and exit at the other without quenching any of his thirsts.
I have nothing against a cold beer or a margarita over friendly conversation, it is a fine social affair that is all well and good. You could say its product or outcome was fun, laughter or creative bullshit, but properly put into perspective it’s value is only fleeting. When it is gone it is gone, there are no tangible remains but piss, a fart and a hangover.
And what was lost besides brain cells and money, brain cells no longer capable of unclouded genius, money no longer capable of buying something more uplifting and everlasting as a book of wisdom, a book of poetry or knowledge. For the price of those few drinks one could have exchanged for such things full of eternal value and yet few do.
That is the cruel trick of materialism, of thinking that we came from mud and that we will return to mud instead of another life, another body and a new identity with more wisdom in our new attempt to get it right. This one life view is a dead end, it is the seduction of materialism and the debasing of the spirit.
Who and what truly has more value over the long haul, the Pablo Neruda’s of this world or the Donald Trumps? It all depends on that which answers, the thirst of the body or the thirst of the soul.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books® http://www.quickturtlebooks.com