I met a most dangerous man to my real estate career many years ago. Obliged to represent him I learned of his philosophy during a frantic negotiation. He shared with me words I still summon the courage to say aloud.
"I don't believe in karma."
Despite the fusillade of zeroes, clauses and contingencies going back from both sides of our private little war, I managed a dialogue with my most dangerous man through the smoke and bluster.
"Do you believe in fate?"
"Do you believe in deja vu?"
"Do you believe spirits of dead relatives watch over you?"
I had heard of such a species, cloned from the bones of Cerberus and suckled on the milk of Medusa; to bear witness to a man who so deftly molted his humanity both scared yet entranced me.
"So if you and your wife were trapped in a burning--"
Just like that. Surgical.
"A school bus of children plummets down a steep--"
Withdrawn. Stupid question. If you're not going to save your wife, what chance does the second grade of Our Perpetual Star have?
Funny how we cleave to a word like "relentless" when describing an adversary or competition; the premeditated avoidance of relent which means to soften or forgive.
To go easy.
When's the last time you heard "relent" used as a verb? "Relent" dates back to 14th century. Maybe we should bring it back today. Once or twice a year. No drastic need to start a movement.
I often babble on to any agent within hearing distance a mantra I picked up on Wall Street. The short money always leads to long misery.
The karmaless client -- your own dangerous man -- he's the kingfisher at dangling short money. May you swim with a better class of our species.