Ownership is a Metaphysical Concept

You see, it's not just about having something. It's about having the power to control, to dictate, to be the one who decides. The one who holds the keys, who wields the hammer, who says "this is mine" and "that is not." It's a concept that's as old as time itself, as timeless as the human condition.

But what happens when the concept of ownership becomes more like a game of Risk? When the board becomes a battlefield, and the pieces are pawns, and the prize is... well, whatever it is that we think we want? Ah, the thrill of conquest, the agony of defeat, the endless cycle of "I'll just take one more piece, just one more... "

And so, we find ourselves lost in a sea of possessions, each one a tiny island of "I'm the one who owns this, no you, no, I swear." A never-ending struggle for dominance, for control, for the right to say "my" this and "my" that. A never-ending game of "I'm the real owner here, you're just a renter, a mere mortal."

But is it really worth it? Is the constant pursuit of ownership worth the loss of our humanity? Of our sense of community, of our connection to the world around us? Or is it just a never-ending cycle of "I'm the one who owns this, and you, you're just a peasant, a mere subject."

You can find more on the Ownership is a Game of Risk if you're interested in more of this existential crisis.