There isn't profit.
"إن الأعلى من الأسفل والأسفل من الأعلى" - The Emerald Tablet
They give just enough.
Some of these people are terrified of trying really hard. Trying really hard and getting none of it out from this world... They outsource it to someone else; have others work for less so they can work for more. They often have a fetish for science; one of their more noble traits if it weren't for their perversion. Having given soul, this 'hardness' to someone else, they profit in this world so they can go on to fuel their corpses with Botox and Ozempic rather than exercise and nutrition. One day, when it's hard to tell them apart from walking mannequins, it's clear as day that there's barely anything left in there.
It often spreads into offspring. In some cases the soul is forcefully removed by a parent that sees weakness in hardness. These ones would rather be caught dead than with a child working hard... Others revive a speck of their own soul; working hard at getting their children to work hard in place of them. Most often they shortly give up the hardness, buy a maid, a counselor, a baby sitter, or toys in the name of "getting a hobby". People like Siddhartha are a lucky exception; host to much of the soul from their parents craving enlightenment by proxy. They quit caring for riches and start craving difficulty -- accomplishment.
The poor can be silly with this too. Some of them see a Siddhartha and think "You must be of worth because you were born a monkey with bananas.", instead of contemplating the true mettle. Having bananas has nothing to do with it. In this case I'm not getting paid to work on my theory here. I'm not getting paid to write this. I don't make any profit from this world by engaging in this behavior, and for it your spirit is assured. None of this was auto-completed or spell checked by any non-organic algorithm. None of this serves as an advertisement or sponsorship of anything but itself. I'm really like this.
I'm really like this.
There were no double pendulum drops beginning from an autocomplete or a word spelling that wasn't yet added to a computer's dictionary. What I crave is enough to sustain this... Enough to keep my body and mind in just enough health that I can come back to my virgin science. I want to make my pure experiments; these attempts unsullied by the animals in suits that can't take their own difficulty. I want to make my money doing what is as difficult and offloaded as possible -- and with that in mind I dedicate my love letter to being a housekeeper at a mental hospital.
XOXO,
Good One