Saturday, April 28, 2007

Hoarding

These words are mine and no one else's. Of a truth that is. Or is it?

By what criterion should ownership of anything be judged? Finders keepers, losers weepers. There's a cliche' we've heard often enough about ownership, or rather the transfer of ownership.

What about ownership makes it such an important aspect of man in this societal state we live in? How does it affect our lives? How does it affect us?

Material ownership has been the source of many disputes among men. In a word, greed. Man's greed for ownership of material wealth and resources can grow to astounding heights.

We live in a world laden with riches and resources aplenty. In the form of precious stones, precious metals, food and water, land and sea and even information. All of it splayed out before us as gifts for a time.

Gifts for a time.

For how long do we retain ownership of these gifts? Who gives us ownership over these things? What right have we over them?

We squabble over our rights to these blessings of God and act as if these were due of us. As if we deserve them. Of a truth, do we?

These gifts of a time, meant to aid us. How long do we get to keep them? What are we meant to do with them?

What we own rarely lasts for a lifetime. One day in the future, everything will be taken away from us. Our lives; our homes; our wealths; our relatives. Every single thing.

Do we own anything or is everything to a truth out of our hands? It appears upon a second glance that all things we hold are merely loaned to us for a time.

One day, all things will pass for nothing in this world is eternal.

So why do we feel the need to express ownership? What rights have we when all things we claim ownership over are mere temporary gifts that had once belonged to another or will one day belong to another?

In the end, we lose everything. So why should we bother to hoard everything that comes into our hands when we all know that in the end we're bound to lose it?

For temporary pleasure?

What I own is only temporary.
All will come to pass.
The greatest form of a man's glory.
Is when his soul releases all ties.

What does a man own?

Nothing. All things rest in God's hands.

So why do we act otherwise?

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