Is the counting house our new church or our dominant heresy?
This ought to be absolutely universal, not just in lip service, but in daily guidance of most of our exercise of whatever wealth we control. It would, of course, destroy the economy we know and replace it with one that does not gobble up the world in four generations. Wouldn't you welcome the moment when the last ad was aired and the doors of the asylum slammed shut on the last copy writer driven mad by universal laughter and cat calls at his efforts to foster useless desires in us?
The counting and touting of our possessions, loudly or in private, is damning evidence that we are possessed, that purchasing is the only response we have to a void no purchase can fill.
In his sick genius of death worship, Bin Laden's choice of targets perceives us more clearly than we perceive ourselves...our counting houses are so much more magnificent than our churches. As we stumble into Bin Laden's trap, dealing death ourselves, it may be a good time to revisit our old bumper sticker:
He who dies with the most toys dies.