For the Love of MONEY!: (The Strange Things that People Say and Do to Get more Money!) B&W VERSION! (en Inglés)
Reseña del libro "For the Love of MONEY!: (The Strange Things that People Say and Do to Get more Money!) B&W VERSION! (en Inglés)"
The Love of Money is as Old as Civilization, or whenever People started Trading Goods and Services. Indeed, it has Produced what we call "Civilization," which is Defined by the Multitudes of Goods and Services, which are Centered around Eating and Drinking for the most Part, as well as Clothing, Houses, Tools, Workshops and Factories, which have Expanded the Horizons of Mankind to the Point of becoming Great Trash Collectors, who now have so much Trash that we are running Out of Space to put it all, while Cluttering Up the Land with Countless Ugly Buildings, Junkyards full of Rusting Vehicles, and Cemeteries full of Gravestones. BUT, where is the End of it? And what are the Lessons that we should be Learning from it all? Was there some Divine Purpose for it, since the Beginning of Time? Is the Glory of Mankind Measured by the Height of his Skyscrapers, by the Mountains of his Debts, by the Number of his Cars, by the Fat on his Buttocks, or what? Yes, what is our Goal, in a Nutshell? Was it all Worth the Effort, Time, Energy, Money, and Sacrifices to get where we have gotten? Where have we gotten? Where are we Going to? Looking down on New York City from the Top of the Empire State Building, it Looks like one Giant Trash Dump, somewhat Neatly Stacked Up with Windows to Look Out of ― at a Kind of Chaotic Mess with a couple of Streets running through it. No Plan, no Overall Goal, no Logical Purpose, no one in Charge of it ― just a Giant MESS that somehow Functions, in spite of it all. In Fact, it only Looks really BAD when you go Digging into it, and Discover what is Actually going on down there, in that Hell Hole. Yes, it can be Depressing to Study it for very Long. Therefore, most People prefer to put it all Out of their Minds, and just Live one Day at a Time, and Hope to some God that the Enemy does not Drop a Hydrogen Bomb on it, and Transform it into a Radioactive Pile of Rubble, just beCause some Stupid Ignorant President Tweeted the wRong Message to the Wrong Person, who Spilled his Hot Coffee into his Crotch, and went into a RAGE!
