Heneni
Miss Independent
Jesus said...you cannot have two master. You will either love the one and hate the other.
Matthew 6: 24
24"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.
I found this interesting piece by walter de la mere and it struck me that the love of money is just as irrational, as others feel we are about loving god.
Those who save money are often accused of loving money; but in my opinion, those who love money most are those who spend it. To them money is not merely a list of dead figures in a bankbook. It is an animate thing, spasmodically restless like the birds in a wood, taking wings to itself, as the poet has said. Money, to the man who enjoys spending is the perfect companion - a companion all the dearer because it never outstays its welcome.
It is responsive to his every mood...age, alas, has blotted out half that world of passionate delight in which I once lived, and to many of the things I once loved I have grown indifferent.
The love of money, however remains. So much do I love it that I feel almost a different person when I have money in my pocket and when I have none. Let me have but money, and , for the time being, I am back among the ardent attachments and illusions of the nursery.
From all this i am inclined to conclude that the love of money is a form of infatilism. The man who loves money is the man who has never grown up. He has never passed from the world of fairy tales into the world of philosophy (for philosophy, which is wisdom of the grown man in contrast to the wonder of the child, is as contemptuous of money as it is of jam, sweets, and bed-knobs).
Money, according to the philosophers, is dross, filty lucre, an impedimant rather than an aid to true happiness. Those who retain the nursery imagination througout life, however, cannot be persuaded of this. Money they regard as the loveliest gift ever bestowed on a mortal by the wand of a fairy godmother. They are like boys dreaming of a Treasure island; and their money-bags become almost as dear to them as - sometimes, dearer than - their country...
The love of money alone enables us in a very real sense to live till the end of our lives in the Golden Age.
Heneni
Matthew 6: 24
24"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.
I found this interesting piece by walter de la mere and it struck me that the love of money is just as irrational, as others feel we are about loving god.
Those who save money are often accused of loving money; but in my opinion, those who love money most are those who spend it. To them money is not merely a list of dead figures in a bankbook. It is an animate thing, spasmodically restless like the birds in a wood, taking wings to itself, as the poet has said. Money, to the man who enjoys spending is the perfect companion - a companion all the dearer because it never outstays its welcome.
It is responsive to his every mood...age, alas, has blotted out half that world of passionate delight in which I once lived, and to many of the things I once loved I have grown indifferent.
The love of money, however remains. So much do I love it that I feel almost a different person when I have money in my pocket and when I have none. Let me have but money, and , for the time being, I am back among the ardent attachments and illusions of the nursery.
From all this i am inclined to conclude that the love of money is a form of infatilism. The man who loves money is the man who has never grown up. He has never passed from the world of fairy tales into the world of philosophy (for philosophy, which is wisdom of the grown man in contrast to the wonder of the child, is as contemptuous of money as it is of jam, sweets, and bed-knobs).
Money, according to the philosophers, is dross, filty lucre, an impedimant rather than an aid to true happiness. Those who retain the nursery imagination througout life, however, cannot be persuaded of this. Money they regard as the loveliest gift ever bestowed on a mortal by the wand of a fairy godmother. They are like boys dreaming of a Treasure island; and their money-bags become almost as dear to them as - sometimes, dearer than - their country...
The love of money alone enables us in a very real sense to live till the end of our lives in the Golden Age.
Heneni
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