Now a man of 29, I have seen an acceleration of promotion, advertisment, and a willingness to gather and hoard materal goods. The endless yearning for things; The heart now constrained by eternal forces, and a world system  which has created a hallucinatory world full of false doctrines.

Prosperity. Perhaps that word means something different for every human being. A faded picture of a loved one, slightly ripped, covered in dust, is a possesion that can fill the eyes with water, tears of joy knowing someone loved you regardless of your rank, status, or creed. The soul and heart should be affluent or character decays by the day.

My consciousness has stubbornly resisted the glorafaction of materalism and yet i want what i want.