Counting Our Lives Away

We can count on our fingers or with the most complex of machines and what we count becomes something other than what it is as we become familiar with it. Our counting infuses us with the bank teller’s indifference to the cash he counts. We focus on the addition and not the object. And thus in our lives in our rush to count money we lose sight of truth. You see, there is plenty of work to do but there are few to pay for it. There are plenty of mouths to feed but there are few to feed them. There are plenty of people to love but few to love them.