The Free Market

We need a stand in for labor and work, as a credit to hold a place and keep records of debts. In ancient times this could be preserved foods, or gold and silver, or sand dollars. But now it's dollar bills. And this money is the product of a company called the Federal Reserve. And this reserve prints money as their product--like Coca-Cola makes Coke--and they sell it to the bank at interest, and the bank then lends money to their customers, at interest, and accumulates interest in Savings Accounts, which then pay for the money that the Federal Reserve lended. Also, this money--which is a place holder--pays debts to other countries for goods and services, and this debt is kept on record, as a debt owed to those other Countries or Private Entities, in the forms of money, which gets used to pay for goods and services. And when we pay taxes, a portion of our money gets collected, and gets used to pay a portion of that debt. And we can run a deficit or surplus, of taxes collected by the Federal, State and Local government. And a deficit means the government spends more than it collects in taxes. And a surplus means it spends more. And debt, is how much accumulated deficit is collected over many years, and a surplus removes that debt, and if you collect a surplus in excess of your debt, your government then runs a surplus, which nearly never happens in human history. Also, this money can be a stand in for debts owed to private entities, like Banks or debts for goods and services like what you buy at the grocery store. And when you owe more money than you make, like the government, that creates debts, which needs to be paid back to that entity, so they can also make a living too. Also, you use it to buy things. As, if you didn't do this, stores would run out of stuff to sell, and there'd be problems with rationing because everyone would take more than they produced, and would cause a decrease in the living standards of our country. Some people, their goods they sell are art and entertainment, and others it's information, and others it's labor whether intellectual or physical, others it's logistics, others its producing raw materials, others its assembling and making use of those raw materials. And that gets paid with money, which is a stand in for labor and work, as a credit to hold a place and keep records of debts. Because if you didn't have a stand in for labor or work, you'd work and never truly have compensation. It'd all have to be paid for immediately, which used to be called a Bartering System, which still happens in a Free Market, but money is the main mode of commerce. Also, stocks are a thing. I should point out, that stocks are publicly traded debts, that private people buy and sell, and they fluctuate with the company's value, and are like a loan to the company, where the buyer intends on growing his wealth with the company, and when the company is failing, they sell their debts for what a buyer is willing to pay for it, and the buyer buys the debts for what they're willing to pay for them, which I think is regulated by the Market. And some stocks pay a dividend, or a small portion out to their debtors, to encourage them to buy their stocks in large volumes.

Planetary Idyllic II, Pentameter Form

Across the planes of a planet, the size
Of Venus, right in the goldilocks zone,
There is a Red Giant---so this planet
Is where Pluto resides, and is well warmed.
The red giant casts a sunset like glow
Over the corn, and the Maize, with yellow sky
And pink clouds. Continual sunset, peaks
Of red clay stand on a plateau, across
The horizon, a plateau larger than
Everest in width, height and its red breadth.
Sun sails pull a hexagonal beehive
In a mushroom, in the red atmosphere,
And there it pulls across the horizon.
Threshing buggies made of wood thresh the corn
And strong, farmer's bodies make the corn, throw
It into barrels. A winding river, pink
Swerves across the landscape, the grass a dull
Burgundy against the sunlight. The sun
High in the sky, at this planet's noontime...
The clocks set for twenty-four hours of
Babylonian base twelves. But it is
Truly like a twenty-six hour day.

Corporate America

I think, people aren't meant to do this kind of stuff. We're meant to grow things in soil, and build things, and dig, and hunt, and gather. Mostly, I think that's the major issue here. It's just unnatural. Which, with AI, we're going to actually have to be forced back into that kind of craft economy, where most work is the creation of objects, or gardening and farming. Economies will have to be local again, and not large corporations. Instead of Nike, you'll have a local cobbler, or instead of Abercrombie and Fitch, you'll have a local tailor. What's different, is that we have very advanced logistics, that can bring someone's product from California to Ethiopia if we wanted to in under a week, and that will only get faster. That's where the real money would come from, and whoever had the logistics or warehouses would be on top. Which, those would be automated. But most people need to feel a part of their company, and the Corporate mindset turned it into a cult, but generally, the local business should be more like a community: that's what people need.

It's weird, but I just don't believe Corporate America is what makes people happy. Just the commute alone, of driving 45 minutes or more a day, and then being regimented every second and not allowed to make autonomous decisions, or really have any ownership or onus over the products. That's kind of why this is happening.

The Fledgling

The Fledgling author,
Like me, like you, like us all,
Struggles to make sense
Out of everything. Thus, speaks
In long paragraphs, unknown

What he is saying.
Thus, if he continues, and
Breaks plateaus, he will
Excel above the rest. Push
Past the wall of writer's block.

He struggles to say
What he really means; embers
Of subconscious swear.
Unconscious, until words will
Become a true part of him.

70 x 7

Forgive your debtors.
For if you are poor, trodden
In the mire; weak.
If your life is destroyed by
Someone, rest assured, heaven

Ought to be your true pearl.
Therefore, forgive all

Your debtors, and rest on heaven's treasures.

Let them be rich, son.
Give them the world they crave.
And lay the bedrock
Of Christian counsel. Forgive.
Trowel heaven's golden streets.

Church 2026

Bread and circuses, trapeze and line dances;
Vulgar pop songs remade with Christian lyrics.
A little Magic by mixing oils in water
And enhancing them---for water has memory
I suppose, so the more you dilute it,
The stronger its healing properties get.
The Lutheran Church's liturgy is out of order.
The Baptist preaches platitudes.
The hard line pastors are trying to appeal to the youth.
But, the youth want the world, and its weird.
The preacher drop kicks a bible--literally--
Bathes in maple syrup, gives away fancy cars at a lottery.
Charity is also a sin... and there is only this life.
So get it, and get it well.
Church is a party, and not a place of peace.
Sermons are psychology;
Hymns are one dull sentence repeated a dozen times.
Sunday school? Where can you find it?
Where will they teach you the basics?
No, kids have soccer, and swimming,
For that is more important than reading, writing and arithmetic.
So doubly the children are illiterate and can't read their Bibles.
They date the Rapture, and sell all they possess, only to be thwarted
And left destitute. Unknown to them, is Jesus told them they couldn't.
They cry for war, power, money, fame, fortune...
Go to war... for war is good. There is only this life.
Christianity is about the strong prospering.
It is about the weak being kicked.
It is about fighting war, and swords, and crushing the impoverished.
It is about winning. It is about loving life.