The Master
There is a tendency, born of this consumer society, to put a price on everything, automatically assigning it a value that is in no way real. That value is nothing more than a reflection of the effort one has to make to obtain the coveted object. For some, that effort will be infinite, making the object unattainable and the desire to obtain it a source of desperate anguish; for others, it will be minimal, turning the object into something commonplace, barely desirable, whose only value is the envy it arouses in those belonging to the first group. Conditioned by the habit of this experience, we have come to believe that when something does not have a price tag hanging from it, it cannot have any value. And so, following on from the subject that is presumably the focus of this section, if one wishes to embark on a new field of knowledge or discipline, one will look for a master and judge his worth according to the price tag hanging from wherever he has chosen to hang it. That price,...
