Social/political chaos there was, and back then I had some 60's hippy hope, but it went underground. And now decades later, since the 60's, and its hippy movement that did not last, the monster has gotten bigger, a political monster too big and too far off with mega-corruption growing ever more apocalyptic. Now all you hear is rhetoric and word-make-believe and more and more funny money, spouted from pulpits and podiums and prisons called schools, phoney stuff. All that rhetoric and noise is louder and more chaotic and is now killing freedom as never before, the letter shapes and word shapes and paper shapes and TV bites, all meanings are abstracted to near nonsense now.
I might have figured, back in the 60's, that I could translate the paper-said-to-be-wealth, back to real wealth, later ( put my money in the bank or stock market ). I might have handed all my personal power over to the paper-wealth-people to play with.......... ( and they played with it until it was gone ), I too might have handed over my life force and my life wealth, because a "cultural they" told me to, but I was so poor I saw it .... the culture is dying and we need a new culture. How did I know? It was killing me and for no reason. Culture is human-made not divine, ( there have only been a few messiahs ). We need to reinvent culture.
It still seems to me ...., the best wealth might be love in small personal local community, where trust of someone besides myself might make it, make it possible for a system going past the current madness. Current cultural madness is all there is and even that is dying ( cultures, like everything in creation, sometimes die ). A system there is but it is as thin as the paper-wealth and as hollow as the word rhetoric it is based on. I have always wanted some people-wealth to take the place of my little paper-wealth. Why does paper and abstract symbols mean wealth, and people mean nothing?
Or I might have put some of my paper money ( what little there was ), into a postage stamp plot of planet, not enough to maintain me, as a cell of planethood, but only as a cell of prisonhood, But I wanted a human family as well, not just land, for feast and friendship and true fraternity ( I continued to think and to plan ).
I continued to wish I had a piece of planet, big enough to put friends on and me on, and I wished we could all drop out, hippy happy survival of the big-system-death, an anarchic seed past plutocratic greed. I wanted to make my own system, and make a small viable organ of planethood, Mini-Planet made up of human-planet-cells like me.
I am no longer giving over my brain to be reformatted, by abstractions based on abstractions and empty words, spouted by people who were once spouted to, from the pompous prattle of the podium, my ears and theirs presumed to have no mind between them. Empty words and empty promises, and all my power might have been stolen had I any. As it was a chance happening finally gave me some money anyway.
I eventually did get a piece of land, ( as luck would have it ), with a stream and a sunbeam, a piece of land where I can make a stand, maybe I can find some friends who can make a plan, social/political construct and a legal contract, formal legal land trust format so no one will be a doormat. That way I will not be stranded, when the dying system is largely disbanded.
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