A fabulous fiction from our financial religion: human beings have unlimited wants. Otherwise, economies wouldn’t need to grow. Money driven society doesn’t pay more to its owners if the economy doesn’t grow, so – presto! – humans have unlimited wants.

In fact, human wants are easily circumscribed by local possibilities. Typically, our conditions are abject. Only the wealthy – and those who concoct their faith – have unlimited wants. Surprisingly, the rest of us find joy in merely living.

Our most stable arrangement is one of precarious happiness. We’ll fight tooth and claw to defend any place we’re sufficiently warmed, fed, and covered from the rain – if we believe we’ll still be here tomorrow. You think we’d be miserable, but we’re not faking: we’re content. Stay away and leave us alone.

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