There is no business like business

I don’t like the person, who introduced a concept, that was to change forever the way man felt about his possessions and rob the human race of its innocent ways.

It made complete mercenaries out of some and greedy out of the others. And those opposed to the gamechanger were left in a state of permanent disquiet.

The transformation was irreversible. That deepened the pain. The gash had no cure. That emboldened the introducer.

The concept — trade — went on to hijack every single human action on earth in multiple ways.

The five-letter horror found a willing cohort in a four-letter word, gain. There was no looking back for the team after the often ruinous, but unstoppable union. They went on to ensure immortality for the word profit and saw that it took over the reins of all human business.

Ever since the two have been controlling the world in every conceivable way. No human step, big or small, has been taken without their overt or covert support.

Their powers have been so firmly entrenched in the cables of this world that no amount of resistance can stop them from reaching their targets.

Kings crouch and the hoi polloi flee once trade and gain turn angry and unleash their plan to crush crowns and burn bowls with pachydermic fury and satanic cunning.

In the pre-trade times life wasn’t money-driven, but things were beginning to change.

The profit and loss culture tapped, perhaps it was waiting to be tapped, the strongest of man’s instincts — lust.

Again, the decision to tap where they knew they wouldn’t fail underlined their sharp insight into life.

The abdication of a luscious life is spiritually healthy, but like all healthy things, spiritual or otherwise, it doesn’t satiate the taste buds of a fulsome life. Because somewhere all of us are more into excess than discipline, into youthful irreverence than foolproof obeisance.

Therefore, we have no business to hate business.