Everything of value is a commodity – even ideas.
How to attain fulfillment without becoming saleable?
Our culture forbids it.
Our people forbid it.
Give away your work freely to those who want it and it will attain worth in their eyes; demand will be created, grow, and someone will find a way to translate it to currency.
Is there no escape?
I want to love something that doesn’t have a price;
Something other than sadness.
Something other than despair.