DamageX
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Maybe God has everything to do with it.
Yes, I'm sure that's why he invented science too, to disagree with the existence of any god.
Maybe God has everything to do with it.
Money is just a piece of paper with a number written on it
To be fair, it's the symbol of value. Currency is just a means of exchanging goods/services, without having to chop a cow in two, in order to buy a sheep and a goat instead.
I don't strive to be rich, I just want to have a regular salary, pay everything myself and not seeing troubles caused by money in my family.
In this fucking world, only rich get respect, at least what I can see in my country.
Why would you want respect from people you look down at because they only respect people with money? Why wouldn't you want respect from people you admire instead?
b) Troubles are not caused by money, it doesn't come late at night to throw stones at your windows. Troubles are cause by lack of purchasing power. And lack of purchasing power comes from lack of production. And while you may not be responsible for that, you are responsible for making your situation better. So, in the end, troubles are caused by inaction.
Troubles are not caused by money, troubles are caused by lack of money. I understand what you're trying to tell me, I'd appreciate a few words about "Purchasing Power", what do you mean by that?
OP, I feel like I want to punch you for opening this thread :bolt:
Let me clear something : at this level of my life, all (I mean all) problems are caused by lack of money.
Conan the barbarian is informed at the other end of the world, there is a very tall mountain and on it?s summit there is a castle where an elderly sage lives who holds the absolute secret of life?s collective wisdom.
He prepares his gear, straps on his shield, harnesses his sword and, wears his little underwear made of fur and starts making his way towards the mountain.
He crosses the Desert of Thirst, the Bottomless Ravine, the Thousand Wishes Well and after a 100 day journey trough the Tundra of zero degrees on the Kelvin scale, he reaches the foot of the Mountain of Wisdom, barely visible behind a thick vale of clouds and fog.
He begins his ascent, flexing his biceps, his veins popping-out while all the time his little fur underwear protects him from the cold.
He roars when, in a complete state of fatigue following the long ascent, he reaches the summit with the old sage?s castle, appearing completely impenetrable, in full view.
The wooden gate is closed but he knocks it down roaring, with a blow of his shield.
The next gate, even heavier, requires an even stronger blow. The third, made of steel, is knocked down after a second attempt.
The final ultra-heavy and thick steel door collapses noisily as Conan?s roar breaks the silence of the cold circular room, where the old sage is meditating with his fingers joined under his chin, sitting on this throne.
Conan approaches the center of the room and places his weapons at the feet of the elderly sage.
- Respect, old man. They told me that you possess the secret of all secrets..
- There are door knobs, Conan.
- You speak in riddles, old man...