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From:steve.hall@enron.com
To:christian.yoder@enron.com, elizabeth.sager@enron.com,mark.haedicke@enron.com
Subject:Enron is my spiritual teacher
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Date:Mon, 4 Jun 2001 02:47:00 -0700 (PDT)

Enron is my spiritual teacher
Jon Carroll <mailto:jcarroll@sfchronicle.com<
Monday, June 4, 2001
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THE BUDDHA SAYS that we take wisdom where we find it. Perhaps the Buddha does
not say that, but it's not a bad idea anyway. The Buddha would have said it,
maybe, had he not been saying the other things.
Our enemies can teach us lessons. Our adversaries can make us stronger. They
can be consumed with greed and contempt, their very breath can be toxic, and
yet their actions can open upward-flowing paths.
Take Enron, the energy company, or Chevron, another energy company, or El
Paso Natural Gas, yet another energy company. These organizations are the
minions of Satan. They pillage and they profit. They are in the ascendant.
Their enemies fall before them like cordwood. Ordinary citizens cower and
meekly hand over tribute.
And yet we thank them. We send our investigators after them and we pray that
their executives land in jail, but we thank them. They have shown us the
nature of our enslavement. They have defined the nature of our sloth.
We have believed the Big Lie. We have believed in the free lunch. We have
trusted those who would pander to us. We have eaten energy in great dripping
gobs. Did we know it was not infinitely renewable? Oh yes. Did we understand
that energy companies could create "shortages" whenever they wanted merely by
closing plants for "maintenance"? You bet we did. And did we confuse the
energy companies with charitable organizations and/or alchemists able to
repeal the laws of nature? We did not.
But it was more convenient to forget those things, and so we did. We have
busy lives. We must do the things we must do. The infrastructure is
everywhere crumbling, and we are patching it up ourselves. We are paying
bureaucrats with taxes, but the bureaucrats are inadequate, so now the spirit
of volunteerism is much praised.
Volunteers are people who do jobs that other people are being paid to do but
don't.
AND SOMEHOW, EVEN in a society as relentlessly materialistic as this one, we
forgot about our own checking accounts. Already seduced by the idea that
credit card debt is good clean fun, we decided to waste a lot of money using
energy we didn't need.
I'm not talking about using a washing machine instead of going down to the
river and beating your clothes with small stones -- I'm talking about washing
machines with quarter-full loads and settings far too powerful for the task
at hand. Right? Lights burning in unoccupied rooms. Appliances plugged in but
never used.
We pay for it. We send our wonderful money straight to the largest villains
in American commerce because we are too stupid to do anything else. You
wonder why they have contempt for us. You wonder why Dick Cheney believes he
can fool all of the people all of the time. Because he has.
Look: Last week the secretary of commerce suggested means-testing Social
Security -- that is, means-testing a pension plan. You gave us the money, we
kept it for 40 years, now -- prove that you need it!
Why did he suggest that? Because he can! Why did PG&E demand additional
compensation for its executives, who are moral dimbulbs and social criminals
under any fair definition? Because they can get away with it! They will get
away with it! You watch!
I AM NOT saying that we have no one to blame but ourselves. There are active
villains, and there are people who allow villainy to occur. Everyone in a
corrupt system is corrupt. The fools are the ones who don't end up with any
extra money.
We are the fools. If we understand our foolishness, we begin to be wise. We
send lovely bread-and-butter notes to Enron -- once we were blind, but now we
see. And we await developments, or create them.

It would be foolish to mention SUVs. When the brain is ready, the ear will
hear.
Restless by day, and by night, rants and rages at the stars; God help the
beast in jcarroll@sfchronicle.com <mailto:jcarroll@sfchronicle.com<.
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