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Worzels World - A Confession From The World's Richest ManWe live these days with absurd wealth disparity. Where the Gates’, Turners, Ellisons and Zuckerburgs earn more in one day doing nothing than those of us in the peasant economy make in a decade, Fonterra CEO’s haul in millions as cockys desperately tread water in a deepening tide of debt. Rockerfellers, Rothschilds and the like control fortunes larger than the economies of nations. Under such circumstances I would normally be reticent to admit that I am the richest man in the world, so it may be in the bad taste smug arrogance of unlimited wealth that I make this confession to the world. I would hope that you are happy for me in much the same way as if your cousin won lotto. So like a modern Scrooge I will count out my riches before you. I am rich enough to eat like a King. Although I am uncertain exactly which King that might be. I do know it is a King who enjoys roasts. It would certainly be no King born prior to 1900. My food has a freshness and variety unavailable to any of them. Having travelled the globe I bear witness that those of us who live in rural New Zealand and who eat local produce have the highest quality meat, fruit and vegetables available to anyone anywhere on the planet. This is especially true of those who eat predominately organic, free range produce. I am rich in fresh air – in these strange times an often rare commodity in so many parts of the world. My life is rich with many memories stashed. I was born at a time where travel and education were readily available, yet the peoples and tribes of this world still retained their own cultures and traditions. They had not undergone the cultural bleaching of globalism, political correctness and the corporate way. I was born in an egalitarian New Zealand that during my early years was probably as good a place as you could get to grow up in. Despite the best efforts of evil men to rape it pillage it then sell it off, it still remains a green, pleasant, friendly and productive land today There was much that I have been able to do that is now unavailable to newer generations of Kiwis. Although I am the richest man in the world I do not possess significantly more money, more assets or more stuff than anyone else. If this were the case, I would surely have to give some away to prevent it from making me poor. If I had more material wealth I would be unable to live as I do. And I love living as I do. This is part of what makes me the richest man in the world. I have, of course, been very fortunate. I am not a self-made man and take almost no credit for my riches. I did not so much find the hidden treasure or purchase the pearl of great price as have these thrust upon me. This happens to the sons of royalty. My Father is a King you know. I have freedom, power, love and satisfaction. How rich can a man be? I have died twice in the past but am alive now. In terms of material wealth I have sufficient for my needs and indeed I have even managed to cater to some of my wants, none of which are excessive or expensive. I do not however have so much that it requires much time or energy to manage or protect it. In the eyes of a world blinded by materialism I am poor and this is, of course, the best camouflage for the richest man in the world. I appear on no rich lists. Very few, if any, envy my riches or are guilty of that deadly sin of jealousy when they look at me. I do not need to guard my wealth because real riches only increase in value when given away and these types of riches cannot be stolen. It is pretty widely acknowledged that money cannot buy happiness. The Beatles, who had plenty of money, popularised the truth that it cannot buy love. The world though is chock full of loveless unhappy people doing their level worst to grab as much as possible. While others feel forced to be forever dragging the chains of slavery uphill on an unlevel playing field. In the strange and divine irony of creation I have learnt it is the rule rather than the exception that real wealth is hard to share and even harder to give away. I am grateful for my riches in a way that wealthy men of means seldom can be. I wouldn’t swap them for the world, although I’ve had the offer. Sadly though, all too often people are so busy making a dollar and living lives they think of as their own to find out how to be rich. In so many ways we are all pretty rich. The sad thing about it is that so many cannot recognise riches and through blind ignorance believe themselves poor instead. n Feedback? Email prof_worzel@hotmail.com In the eyes of a world blinded by materialism I am poor and this is, of course, the best camouflage for the richest man in the world. |