It evoked an image of zombies, groping their way through life in an impenetrable fog. pushed that did sound relevant to Hilly and me was “terminal vagueness,” a euphemism for spendthrifts and people like us who are incapable or unwilling to monitor their finances. I’d gotten used to the delusion that however recklessly I lived, she’d come to the rescue. On the other hand, I realized that for the last 20 years I’d been a believer in abundance and a higher power-my mom. Luck is as important as hard work, and blind faith sets you up for getting suckered. Personally, I suspect the universe would as soon pick your pocket as pour riches on your head. Lots of people work hard and end up penniless. Would they agree with the proposition that the universe is safe? It’s hard to believe in abundance if cat food makes your mouth water. People are getting beheaded or buried under tsunamis every day. If you work for it, outer darkness will provide what you need. line, we live in an “abundant universe.” The cosmos is a safe place. My skepticism was aroused by the notion of abundance. I did a little research on the organization, concluded that it was another mystical 12-step cult, and braced myself for a ration of hand-holding and mumbo jumbo. The prospect of joining Debtors Anonymous excited me about as much as a half-eaten burrito fished from a Dumpster.
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