The Eternal Hypocrisy: Why We Spend Fortunes on Temples and Pennies on Parents
Humanity has always excelled at a very specific kind of spiritual gymnastics: budgeting our morality like a cheap accountant at a luxury brothel. Centuries ago, a sharp-eyed scholar named Yu Zhenmu composed the Inscription on Thickness and Thinness (Hou Bo Ming), laying bare the absolute absurdity of human priorities. His words hit as hard today as they did in dynastic times. We live in an era where people will cheerfully drop thousands on superstitious rituals while whining about the cost of grandma’s medicine, and bankrupt themselves for a daughter’s wedding banquet while treating their son’s moral education like an unwanted software update.
Let’s look at Yu’s timeless indictment of our collective hypocrisy. We are endlessly generous toward fraudulent cults and flashy temples, yet completely stingy when it comes to honoring our actual ancestors. We lavish luxuries on our spouses while viewing our aging parents as a burdensome monthly subscription. When illness strikes, we race to fortune-tellers and online shamans, throwing cash at supernatural magic while arguing with the pharmacist over the price of penicillin. We build palatial, multi-million-dollar apartments to show off our wealth to the neighbors, but turn into budget minimalists when it’s time to pay for a decent funeral.
Historically speaking, civilization has always been a magnificent theater of misplaced investments. Why do humans consistently favor flash over substance? Because evolution didn't wire us for virtue; it wired us for signaling. Sincere piety, quiet kindness, and internal integrity don’t get you likes on social media or status in the village square. But a massive wedding, a loud donation to a trendy temple, or an ostentatious display of consumerism? That buys immediate dopamine and social applause.
We love to lecture each other about ethics, but our checkbooks tell the real, cynical story. We hold everyone else to the standard of a medieval saint while forgiving ourselves the sins of a petty pirate. We obsess over empty talk and hollow networking, treating honesty and reliability like outdated software features.
As we scurry through modern life, drowning in credit card debt and spiritual debt alike, Yu Zhenmu’s ancient inscription serves as a brutal mirror. We haven't evolved past our hypocrisies; we’ve simply digitized them. Next time you feel the urge to brag about your generosity, take a long look at where your money actually goes. You might just realize you've been heavily investing in total nonsense while starving what actually matters.
鄉先生俞貞木嘗作《厚薄銘》，言近而意切，深中今時之病。銘曰：
「厚於淫祀，薄於祖宗；
厚於妻子，薄於父母；
厚於巫卜，薄於醫藥；
厚於嫁女，薄於教子；
厚於異端，薄於賢士；
厚於誇誕，薄於信實；
厚於屋室，薄於殯葬；
厚於懼內，薄於畏法；
厚於貨財，薄於仁義；
厚於責人，薄於責己；
厚於祈福，薄於修德。」