If I buy these forks with a more expensive design instead of those cheaper ones, then when I take them home and use them, they will seem to confer a certain status and pleasure unto me in so far as I own them. If they belonged to somebody else and they were more expensive than mine, then I might envy the owner of these particular forks.
People usually buy certain things or do certain things for two reasons that might be unconscious in some people. First of all we buy things which will give us pleasure or make our life more convenient. Secondly we want the more expensive things because by owning them our social value increases which is another sort of pleasure.
This is the life most people live. You are valued by such exterior things as the look of your face, your body, your job and your possessions. To some, this is an obsession, and such people become grotesque because they value solely what is inherently empty. They constantly look in the metaphoric mirror to see how they compare with other people.
It is like the example with the forks. Forks are a utilitarian tool that we use for eating, but because a certain kind of design will sell better at the market, we become confused and then we live in a shadow world, where only the most superficial details are noticed and valued. Forks become items we own because of the exterior image it can produce instead of what is within which has nothing to do with what we own.
Our hearts is what is truly precious, and when we neglect it we come to live in a sort of paranoid world where power and submission is the only language we are capable of speaking, and this is really a torturous place to exist in, because in that sort of world there are no one to trust since everybody has a selfish agenda.
Love alone is capable of fulfilling us, but not in the materialistic sense of the word. Owning a sports car doesn’t fulfill us very long because pleasure is fleeting, and then we notice how other people have even more expensive cars.
Love is unlike the pleasure of owning things. Love is a deep bond we make with another person. It penetrates our psyche when it happens. This cannot be said of the non-living items we own. Love is to have a bit of the loved one to exist in one’s soul. To own an expensive car contains merely the pleasure of looking at it and driving it. Hopefully it doesn’t penetrate our souls.
This is why it is pitiable to be a psychopath or someone incapable of love. They exist merely for the pleasure fleeting shadows can produce for them, and thus in a sense they don’t really exist, because they have build a fictional existence upon the real one. They navigate in a world that has no solid foundation.
They miss out on that one thing which can reconcile us for living in a hostile and painful existence, the love we have for each other. They live solely by the “I-have-more-expensive-forks-than-you competition”, which is a pitiable and paranoid existence indeed.