the reliance on property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is a want of self-reliance. men have looked away from themselves and at things so long, that they have come to esteem the religious, learned, and civil institutions, as guards of property. and they deprecate assaults on these, because they feel them to be assaults on them. they measure their esteem of each other by what each has and not by the integrity of their character. but a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property out of new respect for his nature, it is an embarrassment to his divine being.

especially, he hates what he has, if he sees that it is accidental, came to him by inheritance, or gift, or crime. then he feels that it is not having; it does not belong to him, has no root in him, and merely lies, because no revolution or no robber takes it away. until we earn our own fortune through toil, through dangers we can never be satisfied.

but that which a man is, does always by necessity acquire, and what the man acquires is living property, which does not wait the beck of rulers, or mobs, or revolutions, or fire, or storm, or bankruptcies, but perpetually renews itself wherever the man breathes. it is not the dream that is the miracle but the person we become. the courage, the faith, the humility, the eloquence we earn dwells in the heart forever. “thy lot or portion of life,” said the caliph ali, “is seeking after thee; therefore be at rest from seeking after it.”

i want to go back to when i was a child, when life was simple at its core; before grief sorrow, schooling robbed those joys. it is a pain to sit a joy to move. all things obey precise natural laws, that no man can ever change. the greatest inheritance is the divine soul. all that lives is who you are, the present, the here, the now.

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