They Have More and Are Dead

Getting rich takes total dedication of will, not heart. Oligarchs and run of the mill up-and-comers drop just about every extra weight in order to travel light on their way up the wall of success. Contemporary relationships, being conveniently throwaway, like used Kleenex, fit the gameplan perfectly. The rich are dead in a way, more dead than they know (although they tend to look great!). The (bl)est of us, who often struggle with life, begrudgingly think of the rich as some higher or at least more privleged form of being, possessing the goods or genes that we, God's staff, either missed out on at creation or were stripped of at Baptism.

Well it's true, the rich aren't like us-- but not for the reasons we think.

For one thing the rich shed skin, not tears, over life's implaccable night, bowling over-thru people, obstacles, anyone or anything that gets in their way, since they've learned that the vain force of fierce drive has undeniable rewards; while reflection, blind momentum's opposite, like some existential hiccup or air bubble in the fuel line threatens the narrative's validity and continuation.

To those who stuff at the world's trough the end does of course justify the means and they wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, any other way doesn't occur to them, because by the time they've harvested the fruit of their illicit gains, it no longer can.

Poor rich man.

-- m1230