Posted: Monday, December 20, 2010 12:33:26 AM
The complexity of money tangles me into a web, woven by a venomous spider. Money’s prevalence in the world encloses me in the web deeper. Money surrounds the world and I in black, rendering us colorblind, never to see the light of day again. I succumb to despair and wish for the spider to end everything, but alas, the spider does not. The spider has forgotten about me, and has gone off to sleep under the continuous rain of green, as I wait unknowingly, for my future.
Money is not always green. Money can be beige, black, or blood. Money is not just called the dollar; money can be dubbed as a franc, a yen, a ruble. Nonetheless, money serves an indefinable and incomprehensible purpose, shaped by people with power. Money is the cap to every pen, the sheet to each bed, the roof of all homes, and the atmosphere to Earth. For a simple piece of paper; a spice; gold; or I.O.U.’s, why does money conjure up such intense power?
I know the hard-working spider does not spin money, which eliminates the infinite or renewable status. Although I am soon to fall pray to the spider, I feel the need to preserve the beautiful, timeless web. It cannot be destroyed for the web is part of life. Every entity, tangible or non-tangible, must be saved. It is our duty as people to taste from the sweet spring of life, from the universe to the quark, as the taste may either expire or die out and our lives become bitter and incomplete. Without the spider or the web, the structure and balance or all matter in existence, will deteriorate and crumble.
In my final moments, I reminisce. There is a force that binds everything, a profound force that ripples its waves and tides throughout the desolate vacuum of space. It institutes all policies and is instrumental in decision-making. Its perplexity is dwarfed by its value. As the spider approaches, I have no interest to struggle; money is a far stronger adversary.
I am slashed through my torso region, but I am not cut, the web is. Though I may never truly comprehend money, I sense my urge to save it, and I have earned life.