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  <title>Comments on 'Utopian thoughts about Money'</title>
  <subtitle>Ideal for me, would be financially happy. No more worries about having enough. And dreading when I don't. Being flush with funds would be wonderful. My life could be fufilled with materalistic gains (most desired items). Plus I would assist my core friends with anything they needed. 

Having large amounts of money, is like a drug. Once you have it, you want more and more. You become wreckless and careless, Ah yes the sign of addiction. But the euphoric feeling of having all that money, is almost like being high on that drug. Just like being dependent on a drug, you abuse it, you take it for granted, You misuse it, and you become greedy because of it. Same can be said about money. 

In conclusion. Having a great deal of money, would be fun, I could obtain things I wouldn't normally have access too. (materalistic stuff mostly) But I fear what would happen to me as a person, if this were to happen. (Hypothetically of course) I wouldn't want it to drastically change me as a person. Just things I want to change.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-29T14:22:27Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Utopian thoughts about Money</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Interesting.  This has been humanity for a long time.  Lacking in energy and therefore security, so we produce it with material wealth.  In the end, though, the prince dies the same as the carpenter.  &lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-29T14:22:27Z</published>
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      <name>Storykeeper of Fae</name>
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