"My wealth, Americas wealth, is our god, and it is blinding us, deluding us, suffocating us. The standard of living in America is constantly on the rise. I don't just enjoy the wealth I have; it makes me hungrier, constantly on the prowl to get more and MORE. I get one thing, check it off the list, and move on to the next. There's a hierarchy of possessions in America, and we march toward checking off each next thing on the list. The new phone technology. Check. A new car. Check. A new home. Check. A new boat. Check. On and on we march in an unending quest for material achievement, driven by possessions.
"And I'm stuck in the drudgery of the march, my possessions a thick sludge I'm wading through. The more I get, the more I want, piling up thing after thing. One more toy for the entertainment center. One more sweater. Soon the sludge has swallowed my ankles, then my knees; soon I can't walk. Eventually I'm paralyzed - trapped in a big pile of stuff, my arms pinned to my sides, unable to reach out and help anyone else."
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