“He who loves money will not be satisfied with money,” admonishes the Preacher in Ecclesiastes, 5:10-12 and Timothy warn us that “for the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil,” in chapter 6:10 of his self-styled book in the New Testament. Few question why money, an inanimate object and socioeconomic construction holds such persuasive power over the affairs of men and the decisions they make. Fewer still question the global system of “American monetary nationalism” apropos, the dollar being used as the international reserve currency, read, the US dollar is used as a means to trade, as a means to save and as an instrument of American Imperialism. 

Man leaves from home to work in conditions he despises every day and returns home at night a slightly different person. This habituation of debt peonage continues until he is afforded a small compensation, euphemistically called a pension to eke out some semblance of a life once his children have all left the proverbial nest. In the in-between years, there’s a more than 60% chance he would’ve been violent towards the woman and children he married and loved. 

In the in-between years, he experiences a range of emotions, mostly about being desirous of a better, more financially secure future because deep down inside he knows he’s being exploited even though he may not have heard of Marx. He didn’t need to read “Das Kapital” to know that somehow the genius tool of accounting works in the favour of his employers and mitigates against any hopes he harbours for a better life for him and his children. He knows he’s being paid so much that the job traps him from seeking opportunities elsewhere, yet so little he will never be able to afford the lifestyle of his employer. 

He spends the bulk of his years fretting over money, yet not understanding what money is and what the nature of his relationship to money is. He has at comes been so overleveraged that he has come close to suicide, been warned by his doctor about his stress levels and knows that his rich sugar informed diet is bad for him, but an “invisible hand” keeps pushing him forward along the same path he has begun to despise precisely because of its inexorability and the inevitable entrapment in this Matrix-like environment of someone else’s making.

None of his friends can make ‘head or tail’ of it but continue to watch the evening business news like economists that understand indices, stocks, bonds and what a bull and bear market are. He has no one to consult to unravel what it is that entraps him. He has never heard of Jacques Derrida, Emile Durkheim but vaguely remembers the teachings of Jesus Christ and Charles Dickens but cannot make the connection, not even the local librarian can tell him what he should be looking for.

He struggles to understand what makes a certain class of people rich, what type of personality that is and how they do it. There were times he felt like committing a crime to meet his household obligations and the stress of the lack of money has all but killed his sex life as if his wife is his sister. He doesn’t know who to turn to and hates the fact that he’s so curious about things he doesn’t understand.  

He knows he’s doomed because it just seems like such an impossible task to understand something that you don’t understand and don’t know to know about, whilst knowing that the suspicions of a thing don’t necessarily mean that thing is real or exists. 

He’s right, he is doomed and so is most that suffer from the pathology of money…   

Rather than love, than money, than fame, bring me truth” –Henry David Thoreau