Money Musings

What is the big deal with money?
Like, money is a resource, just like time, and my skill and baking cupcakes.

Money is like playing the keyboard for you, or cracking your back.
It's no different from sitting down and sipping coffee with you, or maybe sipping coffee has been monetized.

Money seems to be over-emphasized and under-emphasized at the same time. How did money become so polarized from everything else? It has become something of an over glorified bag of chips. Imagine if one day everyone traded on tic-tacs instead of the green backs.

There is so much muck and gunk associated with money. Greed thrives on money. Poverty is the victim of money. Bankruptcy - just because you don't have dolla', people see you like you have nada.

What if one day we swapped currencies. If one day we were free from the sub-prime circus of America. If one day we were released from the oppressions of the rising interest rates and inflation. What if one day, we went money free, ate vegetables and had our own farm. If we weren't affected by the Chinese businessmen and the big media mongrels. What if we were free from all of that?

And then we went away and started a new community, a new country founded on new principles - or the oldest principles ever. If we spent all our days preparing and propagating safe havens - beginning at the dinner table, surrounded by trusting relationships. What if we went along and cultivated technology to bring grace all over. All this assuming that the beasts and machines we claim to be so fallible will one day conk out, and we will be ready to pick up the pieces. We will sift through the concrete carnage, slice through the asbestos clouds and bring salvation.

When the economic systems go bust, we will have chicken and rice and salads galore for dinner. When the power goes out, we'll have ample firewood for singsongs and marshmallows every night. When the education system is called for a bluff, and the harsh brittle trophies we slip into our personal ads become nothing more than low grade dunny paper, we will hire on faith, hope and love, and we will pay out in a common future.

What if, one day people didn't need to be machines to stay alive, and social classes made no sense. What if one day we were all one big family and no one was better than the other, just unique, different, special and honorably appointed to his or her very own task - tailored to fit.

Many people have tried to make this work, but I know one who has been working at it for 6000 years, and is showing no sign of slowing down. I know a person who showed us the very first release of the new patch that would make this possible, and we have been given the technology to participate in this day, and especially this age.

We can't make this work on our own, but perhaps, together with the Gracious Original Designer.

When it all works out, money will be another bowl of rice for a hungry kid.
It will be a warm bed for the stockbroker who lost the bid.
Money becomes the symbol of hope for the single mom,
and it becomes the words we use to say we care
when everything else gets lost in translation.

Just like cupcakes, just like a ride home. Just like a song.

No more, no less.