Wealth, real wealth cannot afford to buy anything. Its token of appreciation is nurtured by the contented soul. Standing on the side of the road in the rain with nothing. Asking for nothing, seeking nothing, holding only the necessities. Giving the coat and hat to another to help contain their warmth in passing by. Real wealth is bound to nothing, roaming as to wherever the foot could wander. As the truly wealthy realize they have been granted everything already, as it exists within all things. Just to be present is more than enough. As the rain pours down overhead spreading its wealth all around, asking for nothing.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Rem Koolhaas