"Money is the darkest part of our minds, for it orders the creation an impenetrable wall that we ourselves build. It seperates us from freedom because we give it WORTH, but when everything is gone and destroyed, THEN we realize that it is in fact, WORTHLESS. What kind of happiness would money give you when you cannot do anything with it, when its value equals to nothing? Yet, there are people who worship money, who would do ANYTHING for it. And when they die, what do they get? A worthless pile of paper and metal that they were too greedy to share. The trees on this earth do not cost money. The lakes, the sun, the wind and sky were all for us. Is nature smarter than us, when it does not even have a language or a way to communicate? Do inanimate objects in nature know that all the things worth sharing are meant to be shared? We built money as a way to share and work hard for things, just like how we have to climb a coconut tree to get to the coconuts. But why do we abuse it, why do we cut ourselves away from what is completely for us and think that it costs something? Just how did our ancestors survive without a penny?"
-Me, doing this incredibly deep rant on the toilet