TIME IS MONEY?

The man who submits his civilized life according to the ticking of the clock, has to be a skilled acrobat and tightrope walker and not fail in a single hand movement; if he fails, if he misses one of his many complicated commitments - collapses in a roaring cataclysm of the hour, the minute, the second of the day... becoming completely lost.

Overflows his bile... Invades the nerves... It penetrates the brain... Poisons the blood, the soul, the heart, his whole being...

The wife is insulted because she poured too much vinegar in the salad, or less salt in the soup, the children go into trouble because they talk too much and loudly or because they are very quiet... Even the cat and the dog suffer the terrible consequences of the late tram “A” for nearly half a minute...

Also, the poor martyr of civilization abbreviates a few years in his existence and reduces his earthly happiness.

Time is not gold or silver and neither money.

Time is life, and life is to be lived. Life does not worth for what it produces... worth for what it is!

Paul Brunton (1898-1981), a British journalist, an author of spiritual books and best known as one of the early popularizers of Neo-Hindu spiritualism in western esotericism, notably via his bestselling A Search in Secret India, which has been translated into over 20 languages, in his book, A Message from Arunachala, wrote:  “Money is a vital ingredient of modern life, but excessive worship of this ingredient, to the detriment of every true ideal, has produced a greedy age. Mammon holds the field of our world, raising his coarse hands to create a mirage before the minds of men. He is worshipped no less by the well-to-do than by the ill-to-do. The world offers complacent congratulations to every one of his devotees who succeeds in evoking a liberal response from his deity. It ignores the fact that when too much property accumulates in one man’s hands, he is accompanied by new dangers to his soul. Every pound becomes a bond that trusses him to the life of this world. He must walk the razor-edge path of inward renunciation if he is to escape safely. He must consider himself a kind of trustee, accountable to the gods of destiny for the right, wise and considerate use of his wealth. Even the richest landowner in the country will possess only six feet to earth when he dies!”