measuring your security by your pile of possessions, feeling like you will have years in proportion to your wealth...that is the moral equivalent of our coccyx or our appendix. It is a holdover from an animal's life where generations were unimagined and the future extended seconds or minutes forward from the crawling minute hand of NOW.
The creatures that live more in imagined time than now [what a curse that forebrain is!] ought to shape their priorities around the welfare of their great grand children. And that would entail teaching those children the emptiness of possessions.