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Money’s colors change, though not with the seasons. The perfect glow of green remains unchanging. American cash is evergreen. With the death of trees comes the increase in economic activity. Nobody asked for money to take the lives of innocent plant life, yet whole forests have been decimated for literal centuries for the practice. Once shade was provided, like in the Garden of Eden. We chopped down the Garden of Eden to make way for money. Knowledge that has done us little good. Our ignorance was bliss, but there is an expiration date for bliss. After that, you can never go back. The snake made sure of that. For millennia, the snake strikes at the heel of all, underfoot with no appendages. It crawls on its belly, aware of the misdeed that is its eternal punishment.
Souls get trapped. Lots of soul traps exist. Earth is full of them. We enjoy putting souls into multi-family dwellings known as apartment buildings. People get stuffed into houses, and there they are as safe as houses can be. Despite the lush green lawns, we never touch them. Our feet do not step on grass. The phrase touch grass refers to our disconnection from the natural world. All that exists is not online. Most of it is offline. Yet we feel the need to have our real names online, to document every aspect of our personal lives, and we do it willingly, without coercion. That fact strikes me as utterly insane. Why are we subjecting our souls to the whims of people we will never meet, getting angry over things we will never change? The need to get worked up over things rather than trying to change them in real life – why? Why is it socially acceptable to get angry but do nothing about it?
Across the world, whole roads have been laid down. We want to travel extensively. Gas is cheap, very cheap for what it gets us. The skeletal remains of dinosaurs, we fill our tanks with the corpses of the past and believe that the world we live in is a peaceful one, not one literally built on the terminal destruction of the past. Mileage, the desire for a bigger car, these guide people more than anything else. Our willingness to measure distances between us has led to maps, initially, with technology progressing to make it possible to get almost anywhere with a series of apps. The apps can only do so much, and the mileage we get varies depending on the level of impatience we encounter on life’s road.
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