An excerpt from the fictional tales of Nathaniel Acorn.
Circa 1790. Massachusetts.
All born to this world share in the right of its resources. And how does one share a thing, but with limits on use. Then by this simple measure, man must institute laws to limit unfettered expansion in all realms lest some attain an entirety, leaving the rest with none. And to say a speck is some, is a disingenuous reply, not living up to the spirit of cooperation.
If provided his share of resources, a man is capable of fulfilling his wants. So a government need not coddle, but it must, if it be any worth at all, allocate to each citizen his share. And if a man relinquishes his due portion of one thing, let him be duly compensated in another. In this way, a man can never be a pauper, as his bank is the world itself, an institution backed by the Almighty.
No man through his proximate inheritance should attain a lion’s share of this world’s wealth. For we are all born of our Creator, siblings to share in our Heavenly Father’s blessings. How shall we be judged if we turn from our eternal legacy, and attempt to build an earthly one? Nay, let us remember under whose roof we are granted shelter.
My plea is this, let us not hoard earthly treasures of which moth and rust decay, nay let us give to those who ask, that which was never ours to begin with. And lest we forget, those who come to us in need are led by Providence, as He is within us all — how should we refuse? And if we merely perform the least we are capable, again, how shall we be judged? Nay, friends, we must do more, nay, we must do all and then some, for a city on a hill shines bright for all to see.