Here's the new art of the twenty-first century: the art of curating, the art of plucking all the good stuff from a superabundance of crap.
Are your desires purely selfish? Do your tastes run to a grand home, automobiles, fine clothes, an abundance of amusements, and so forth? If so, look around you at people who have such things in superabundance. Are they any happier, do you think, than you are? Are they any better morally? Are they any stronger physically? Are they better liked by their friends than you are by your friends?. . . Carnegie said, Millionaires rarely smile. This is substantially true.
Whatever a man has in superabundance is owed, of natural right, to the poor for their sustenance.
Obsolescence is the moment of superabundance.