After a point, the main thing money can buy — that I can see — is more money. Yet few seem to stop at this point, or even slow down. So maybe there’s something to be had in life I don’t know about. Power? Is power really all that exciting? It’s not a mystery I expect to solve.
The responders came back immediately with several versions of: Making something new is more exciting than money or power.
Of course this is a discussion among LIVING THINGS. For living things, especially humans, creating value and beauty is more important than destroying and ruining and killing. Living things can’t understand the needs of demons.
Among demons the zones of understanding are reversed. Demons only want to ruin and kill. Demons create ugliness and horror and chaos. Value and beauty are just filthy byproducts that must be disinfected along with the living things that excrete value and beauty.
Dan Olson asks:
Why is the art of NFTs just so dang ugly? Because they don’t care.
No. People who don’t know much about art would simply copy what the books say is good art. NFTs would be poor copies of Leonardo or Rembrandt or cathedrals. In other words, kitsch.
NFTs aren’t kitsch. NFTs are intentionally horrible. Some of them are 6-pixel approximations of bad drawings. It’s a classic and VERY OLD Sucker Filter.
The hollowness isn’t in the artist, it’s in the buyer. People who want to spend billions for “art” are not looking for art at all. They’re only looking for prestige and status and brands.
This particular Filter was invented 100 years ago by the Dadaists and Abstracters. Picasso and Pollock knew how to paint, and produced some beautiful work before they figured out the Filter. They started producing horrible anti-art to guarantee that only the richest fools would buy their shit.
NFT follows the same idea as Pollock. If you want to insure that your buyers are idiots who will spend megabucks for PRESTIGE, you don’t want to dilute the idiot class by offering beauty. You want to restrict the market to money-mad prestige seekers with no morals or esthetic sense.
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Later thought: Money-greed on its own is not the same as demonic evil. It seems to be a simple addiction, one expression of the insatiable gene. Hetty Green, mother of Ned Green, was the purest well-known case of money-greed. She was born wealthy and could have enjoyed life without working. Instead, she devoted every minute of every day to expanding the fortune exponentially, sleeping in her NYC office, wearing old clothes, eating in cheap diners.