the global polis
ecstatic light is a candy bar. Guess what? They are sold for cheap on most intersections. This is because everyone enjoys the stuff that they use to be alive with. The biggest problem with the whole deal is that some folks never admit it, that they enjoy what they are, and on the other hand, are those people who admit it too much, which is the ultimate no-no should any person desire a good world around 'em. You want a good world? Shut your mouth and enjoy it 'cuz you know it can't be Spoken. Now, there are those who believe hiding inner enjoyment is some kind of suppression, but that is a wrong way of looking at the divine freedom that is man. Hey guess what? All words mean the same thing. That's as free as a candy bar which is made of grass. Hey guess what? No one needs anything, everyone has everything, some people have a little, other people too much. But economics is a fire drill when the fire has already started. The fire is burning. Burnt sugar women, making sweet sweet babies. Men putting out fires and people saying thanks. Responsibility is the keel. Tradition are the ropes. Nature is the wood. Sugar is the strength. Now, let's understand the discovery of new worlds less about location and land and more about building nice boats, ship craft, under thunder storms read as truth outside of mind, (uncontrollable diversity the only diversity worth experiencing.) Upon these swell crafts, Columbus style, made of; Responsibility (which is the same thing as jealousy, fear & competition,) Tradition (which is learning from All elders,) Nature (which is the spit in my mouth that soothes my rope-burned hands,) and Sugar is that form of Nature that goes in and comes out as some other thing, perhaps even as Tradition (Tradition known as Sugar is the sweetness of Mind.) Yeah, Tradition can be shit. Now, all hands on the poop deck. Here's the rope. Here's a candy bar. You better Listen.