I find the idea that we ‘spend ourselves’ in acquiring things an interesting. We usually use dollars to measure the value the thing, but we rarely tally the cost to minds and souls.
Epictetus does this, actually, come to think of it. When he speaks of the thief that stole his lamp, his price was to become faithless – to become a thief. A high cost indeed. All Epictetus lost was lump of shiny metal.
Thank you for the interesting thought.
I bid you farewell.