For what doth it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his own soul? —Matthew 16:26
He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough. —Lao Tzu
Above: A man without a soul is just a statue.
So many dollars, so little sense.
So many patients, so little patience.
So many houses, so few homes.
So many spiritualists, so few believers.
So many friends, so few families.
So many pessimists, so few optimists.
So many accomplices, so few allies.
So many consumers, so few creators.
So many lusters, so few lovers.
So many connections, so few companions.
So many snacks, so few meals.
So many takers, so few givers.
So many politicians, so few professionals.
So many trinkets, so few treasures.
So many words, so few wonders.
It’s just enough—
to make society sick.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom
Yes to absolutely all of this. Your writing is gorgeous!
Bereft is the saddest word in the English language because there is no feeling of greater isolation, and desolation. It is finding oneself on a raft hundreds of miles from land, with nary a soul to console.