Capitalism is the religion of America. So, when we're not in the money we are sinners. The saints cast us out of their frame of reference. We become invisible. Even my tax accountant more or less looked through me when we were on the last lap of my return. Exiled from Paradise, I sure get the message that I gotta get back in the money. And that I did.
"You made a lot of money." That's what the tax man said. He leaned forward to explain to me the approaches he had used to lighten the tax burden. Obviously, I was no longer invisible. Also, I was alert. I flagged an error. I told him I was so sorry that he had to run the numbers again. My self-esteem will never be huge.
He warned me about "sticker shock," that is, the high bill. That's because shielding money from taxes, legally, is a complex task and that doesn't come cheap. Instantly, there was the epiphany. Tax guys want clients who will run up big bills. I had joined that charmed circle.
As I wrote a check intuitively I knew that in the unforgiving religion of capitalism, if 2014 wasn't better than 2013, I would be banished again. It's downright binary: You make good money or you don't make good money.