The Profits Lament.
The Profit's Lament. How sad to look at every situation only in terms of it's profit. To mentally reduce the people we meet everyday to their capacity to add value to our bottom line. To further our 'interests.' Greed is the mode of the land, and isolation and suffering are its harvest, for there can be no profit without loss. And how bitter the loss is... How we fight its arising. And fortify our position in the attempt. And fortifications are costly, they require profit to pay for. Much profit... And so off we go, parsing our world into the profitable and the not profitable, taking our turn spinning in the hamster wheel of pleasure and pain. But what if we were not so filled to the gills with the myth of profit? How would it be to see this moment just as this moment, and this person just as this person? To see ourselves as ourselves? For me when I inhabit such a place, I find myself naturally curious. What is this? Who is this? What mysteries ar