I have almost everything I want, so why am I not happy?

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Originally Posted by quirkmanly

Is that based upon the win merely amplifying your behavioral tendencies? If so, I can completely believe that. Then it all comes down to what type of person you are.

If money is a just a means to gain mterial wealth, life could well be the tragity as in Citizen Kane. If however, it's a tool that adds value to yourself and others around you, hitch a ride to the stars.

Originally Posted by HDJK

That is just beautiful (and I'm not being sarcastic). I agree 100%.

From the great void, drifting lazely amongst the heavenly bodies in the cold jet black emptiness, a large object bearly illuminated by faint starlight, bearing the scars of a jurney that began from the furthest reaches of time, slipped silently by. One point of light among the others whoes number was greater then the shifting sands of the shore, and quite a bit fainter then the rest, giving off a strange blueish cast that set it apart, lay directly in it's path. It was, nonetheless, quite remote, and many uneventful eons would pass for the wanderer...

Time contined its onward march unabated as always, retentlessly, remorselessly, pausing not to the great dance of multi colored celestial events that threw illuminating matter into the cosmos or drawing it away into the abyss of singularity. Nor did it yield to the clockwork rhythm of the earthly seasons, the rise and fall civization; the building of the pyramids, the fall of Rome, the declaration of independence...

As it entered the atmosphere, it descriped a great, graceful, arc against the deep blue and its swearling white clouds. First red, then yellow, and finally an almost white light marked off its trajectory. Pulled by the unseen force of gravity, it reached blinding speed. From my vantage point on the ground, a small speck of light pasing overhead grew brighter and brighter untill, at just above the horizion, it emmitted energy with the brilliance and brevity of the photographer's flash. Time stood still.

By the slimest of margens, the body skipped off the earth's atmosphere, and returned to space to travel the heavens once more.

From the great mystery we came, to the great mystery we return. A fliker in the great nexus of glowing, pulsing, and eluminating filiments of the continuium that forms the empiness of space - animated by the cosmic dance, a harmonious interplay between the drum of creation and the fires of distruction. Somewhere, in the exchange, there were the sounds of music, laughter, and a word or two that altered the very fabric of space/time itself.

Money

• It's just a matter of timing
• Staying the Course

Money; a means to the void of material gain,
life be the tragedy as in Citizen Kane.
If on another plain,
to fill yourself and others same;
hitch a ride to the stars.


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