really all that is necessary is that rich people stop hoarding. the "good" ones all say "soon as i get things where i want them for the family i'll go into philanthropy bigtime." the "bad" ones just say "you can never have too much stuff." the rest of "us" don't do that. we tolerate these megahoarders in our midst because we are peaceful and they are militant about getting and keeping their stuff. there are not more of "them" than there are of "us," the opposite. but "we" do not have that fire in the belly about "stuff." so we do not wipe them out. "we" are passive. most of us. we let stuff happen.
most of us like to reference higher authority to justify whatever it is we do. doesn't matter what it is, the habit is to allow someone else to take the responsibility: the boss, the staff, the saviour, whatever.
predelictions: i found myself drawn to things. small shiny objects, snakes, turtles, comics, ancient history, pictures of naked female humans, french fries. i found myself not interested in: guns, cars, sports, meat on the bone, fighting. first i didn't like horror movies because they were scary, later because they were stupid. i was a beta child, picked next to last for the team, would fight but only if i had to, maybe i'd do ok, sometimes i'd definitively lose.
predelictions: things that make the heart go pitterpat, the senses become more alert, the body elevated into a higher gear of one sort or another. that state of enhanced experience can be obtained by many widely varying methods, basic athletic activity is probably the easiest and most commonly used method. problems can develop with any of them if recklessly engaged in. food enjoyment perhaps the worst at this planetary human moment. the thought of the delectibility of dinner bringing the sympathetic saliva, the enjoyable pulse surge, the slight flush of the cutaneous capillaries, increased secretions, turning into an arrow of desire: i want that thing. want it again. want again. again.
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