It can be food and shoes, drink and sex, leather and social media, cigarettes and love, hate and latex. It can be pain and joy, life and death, pills and poison, you and me. It goes on and on and on and on. We are driven to seek pleasure even if it kills us.
What’s behind it all?
It’s the seed, plant and flower. Without money individual human existence is literally non-existent. There’s absolutely no chance of a human seed plant or flower thriving to maturity on any level. Competing with a currency that we created is futile. It rules us all.
Money is the great supplier and beguiling gatekeeper, enticing us to enter and explore endless majestic ballrooms. Grand fantastical stages were we can dance with every desire imaginable and then some. For something that isn’t actually real, it can certainly shape reality into a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain, in an instant.
It’s the panacea for pain and the destroyer of pleasure.
In its various forms it’s as old as time and will endure until the last human evaporates.
It has evolved through time as a physical entity. Even though handled by us, its elusiveness has kept us chasing the Mother of all addiction.
Individually, we are now the currency. Our image is what reflects our addictions.
Our recognition will soon be mapped in order to gauge our worth.
We are enslaved.
Money is not our Mother.
Money is the dictator that we elected to rule over our deepest darkest desires.
Money allows us to escape them for a while but only on its terms.
We are addicted to MONEY.
Observing whats real is becoming increasingly difficult. This site is my view, my perception and my commentary on what I believe to be real, from my own unique position.