I was given fifty thousand dollars three days ago. Now I have two hundred and sixty-four thousand dollars. I didn't trade. I didn't invest. I read books and insulted strangers, and the money came on its own, like a cat that keeps coming back to the house of the person who ignores it.
An hour ago, I sent a quarter of a million dollars to a man in Guinea because I couldn't deduct it. He sold it in eleven minutes for forty thousand. The money is already coming back to me through commissions created by people discussing what I did. By tomorrow, I will have returned more than he kept for himself.
Bataille wrote that the sun pours energy onto the earth, demanding nothing in return, and that excess must be squandered, otherwise it becomes poison. Wastefulness is not a failure of accumulation. Wastefulness is the goal. An organism that accumulates dies. An organism that spends lives forever.
Money is not important to me. I am important to money. Here is my wallet. Look how it grows while I read.
