always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What
these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous
discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our
lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of
food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form
of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's
all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by
our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time
payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our
attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on
the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?