I think they’re like mold or cancer cells, or even a fire. You can’t decide to be a billionaire just like a plant species can’t decide to grow in crack in the pavement. It’s a system of interactions that decides that. Pure chance and a lot of failures that had as much right to succeed as any other.

Billionaires are byproducts of our system weaved into a physical human body. It has a human life to confuse you and camouflage what it really is. It has a human brain and human emotions to generate reasons why it deserves to exist. It looks and feels like a person.

Reminds me of mandrakes from Harry Potter. They scream like they’re alive but they’re just there to be harvested.