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I Was Born Into A World Of Rules
Laid Down Long Before I Arrived.
Not Into A World Where People Lived On The Earth, But A World Where People Owned The Earth.
The Aquireing Of Wealth And Property I Was Taught Was A Natural Thing Available To Anyone With Drive And Determination. I, Like Everyone Else Bought Into This System, And Proceeded To Sell Off Pieces Of My Time To Obtain The Trapings Of Success.
A Place To Lay Down, Food To Eat, Clothing To Protect Me From The Extremes Of The Weather.
And The STUFF! Automobiles, Gadgets, Style.
I Personally Have Gone Out Of My Way Not To Aquire Much Along The Lines Of Bling, I Give This Over To Growing Up In The Sixties When So Much Of The Cultural Message Was Non-Materialism,
But Even So, Trimming My Desires To A Minimum I Am Still Ensnared By The Concept Of Money and Ownership.
When The Subtle Truth Is That I Shall Pass Away. For I Can't Even Claim Ownership Of My Own Flesh, I'm Just A Tenant.
The Trapings Of Success Are Just That.
A Conceptual TRAP.
And It's So Prevasive I Can't Escape, Except By Freeing My Mind First.
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