Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul.
—Henry David Thoreau
True or false:
We are at war with money. We don't know when it started, or even why. But it feels right. It is the right war to wage, because we are more important than money. Our souls are in danger. Money should have no power over us. But it does. So we sing the battle cry.
We curse it. We curse it with pleasure, with anger, with spite, with venom.
Our souls rail against it as if it is all that's rotten with humanity.
We hate the wicked control it commands over us.
We resent its spiteful disregard for the stress it breeds.
We scorn the greed it births.
We brood over the sly way it eats away at our health, our longevity, and our happiness.
We spite it for making us helpless victims to its power.
We whine like spoiled children for its gift of misery.
We would burn it gleefully, bill by bill, if we didn't love it so much.
Yes, we are in love with money.
Whatever this fabricated war might be, it can't touch this insatiable desire to have it, hold it, covet it and cherish it.
We dream of bulging pockets and oversized paychecks.
We lust for this magical money freedom.
We revere it with blatant disregard ...