My engineer brain wants to cure all material scarcity.
While climbing a long staircase up a mountain to the Savitri Temple in the holy city of Pushkar I encountered a man whom I believe lived in the forest and collected firewood to sell to the villagers. Didn’t know if he was an ascetic or perhaps an untouchable. But I did conclude, without evidence beyond educated guess, that I make more money in a day than he makes in a year… or a lifetime.
I own X number of hats and Y pairs of shoes.
Suppose we did cure all material scarcity: Everyone is fed, housed, and clothed. Everyone has smart phones and computers and transportation to the farthest reaches of the planet. We can accomplish this with little additional technological innovation, and I think it a noble goal.
Then we’ll all want art and meaning. We’ll want to convince each other we are right. We might annihilate ourselves. We’ll create new scarcity with intellectual property—we might all be clothed but some of us will get haute couture—we’ll still use our plumage to create rank.
Stars upon thars… We might annihilate ourselves.
My communist soul wants a leveling revolution. My Christian soul wants the Golden Rule to underpin material society.
But we might annihilate ourselves in attempt to create that world. And I can’t argue with the fact that capitalism has lifted more people out of poverty than communism or religion combined.
My anarchist soul just wants to love God. No popes, no trips to Mecca. Just ecstatic prayer transmitted from the RV that I live in.
I own X number of hats and Y pairs of shoes. I’m a fashion legend in my own mind. I’m more creative than most. My IQ falls in the 98th percentile.
But God can raise a 1,000 of me out of the dust. I don’t mean much.
My favorite holiday is Dia de los Muertos; reminds me that rich or poor, we all snuff it in the end.
My engineer brain wants to cure all material scarcity. But does God really care about that? We are spiritually impoverished in the Global North. Spiritual malnutrition is destroying us.
Spiritual malnutrition is destroying us.
I don’t give a rat’s ass who you fuck, what you drive, or who you pray with. I just want you to talk with God.