Humano Sapiens is variously described as the only animal who “laughs, cries, wears clothes, etc.” To that I add, exhibits “pride of possession.” Other animals fight for food, males fight for harems or territory, females fiercely defend offspring, but none ever flaunts ownership of anything.
In 1999, I bought an almost new mini-van and it hit me as soon as I got behind the wheel, pride of possession, just like those who park flaming Cadillacs in driveways of houses that need paint.
An Indian guru telling about a thief, said, “He stole a large head of cabbage, balanced it on his head, and walked away puffed up with pride of possession.”
A ragged man in a subway car challenged the other passengers, shouting, “I got five hundred dollars in my kick! What you got?”
Rush Limbaugh, showing off his Florida mansion to a reporter, said, “Don’t think I built this to tell the world who I am.”
“It’s to tell the world what you have,” the reporter replied.
Donald Trump, dissing a rival, said, “My net worth is ten times his!” MS-NBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell, charges that he has ittle more than his TV salary. Trump puffs back on Twitter that he's worth seven billion dollars. Even if so, is there’s any character difference between Donald Trump and the thief with a cabbage?
Body builders flaunt their muscles. MENSA flaunts IQs. Do saints feel pride in their sainthood? Is surmounting pride of possession what drives holy men to give up all possessions, live in caves or roam the land with begging bowls?
I’ve been treated by doctors, who wear their medical degrees like fashion statements, resentful if you dare question their authority. Is pride of possession a symptom of inner disorder? Is the driver of a Porshe Spyder or Jaguar XF trying to hide a poverty stricken soul? Is it really a way of saying, “I may be a nobody but I’m driving a Mercedes, and you’re not!”.