iNeon - 11/13/2005 7:33 PM
the Duc was $6500 and the Benz was $4000, that's not saying much.
why does it always turn into a 'how wealthy are you?' conversation?
a mercedes is a mercedes is a mercedes.
well, maybe not an A Class[}:)] but yeah-- i assure you, people curse me for riding in my buy here pay here merc just as much as they do anyone in a showy new model.
"c'mon, its a mercedes-benz, i KNOW it goes faster than that" as theyre an inch from my rear bumper.
yeah, it came from a buy here pay here lot. i paid cash, but not before i threw that money on a bed and wallowed in it.
"my family might have a little money, and i love them dearly-- but when its all boiled down, theyre really just trash."
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea - "cruising," it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
"I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense. And we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Sterling Hayden, "Wanderer"
You need only look around at the others in traffic tomorrow morning to get a good idea of "bancruptcy of life"