« Stumbling Over the Stones of Abstraction »

Live like you are made of iron.

If you are afraid, be iron afraid.  If are silly, be iron silly.

Live like you are made of cotton.

If you are afraid, be cotton afraid.  If you are silly, be cotton silly.

In other words, know your individual, inexpressible, ineffable quality that only you know.

And sell the rest of the informational junk for whatever happens to be the currency in your day and age.

In one day and age, money was water in the Nile.

But now paper is money.

Dream of the world when Essence is money, as I do, but try to not trip up over the Stones of Abstraction.

That’s adaptive!