Allowing Abundance
Now departing
Scare City
๐น๐๏ธ๐น
on a runaway train
bound for Abundance ๐ชจ๐๐ชจ
Destination
unimportant ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ Location nowยทhere
All roads lead to the source ๐ช
๐ Every point is the center
To ensure we are not dragged back into the hopeful
abyss of scarcity, we must tear out every hook,
snip every tether โ๏ธ
The mindset of scarcity can and has been applied to just about every experience of the human condition. Not because it is useful, but because it generates fear, which is contagious to the unconscious ๐
Fear
the root of all illness,
the only true contagion ๐ฆ
Just as any disease
is a lack of ease,
sleep and courage
cure most maladies ๐๐๐
Stories of scarcity follow each other like strands of wound wire.
We are an audience held captive by our compassion for the most fearful (and often the loudest) among us.
๐๐ฅ๐ Does our compassion
demand our complicity
in scarcity?๐๐๐
To decide,
letโs take a stroll
through the Boroughs
of Scare City
๐ฒ๐๏ธ๐ฒ
No matter who
is short on what,
itโs all the same,
myopic, little town.
Time ๐ฐ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ฐ๏ธ
Time is running out. Thereโs no time to waste. Life is too short to test molly. Hit the gas. Light it up! Tune in, turn on, drop out, maaan. Itโs the end of the world as we know it, and I have Prime, so we can get same-day drone delivery of just about anything made of plastic in China dropped right in our top door. Nuke me another Totinoโs chin pizza, yo.
โฒ๏ธ๐โฒ๏ธ Is time scarce?
Or does it stretch
as our attention deepens?
And isnโt it always now?
โฐ Chronos vs. Kairos โจ Itโs not a fair fight
Kairos has eternity to prepare.
But Chronos has all
the money in the world.
Money ๐๐ฐ๐
What am I, made of money? Money doesnโt grow on trees, you know. Why donโt you get a bucket, and Iโll just turn on the money faucet so you can flush money down the toilet. Or better still, Iโll call the bank and let them know youโre coming to clean the vault.
Is money scarce?
๐ณ๐ฒ๐ณ Donโt we make money out of trees?
๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฎ Doesnโt it come into being magically, albeit hand-in-hand with ever-greater debt?
Beauty ๐๐ท๐
Beauty is fleeting in the leaky eyes of the beholder. Thereโs only so much coastline, and most of that is clams and crags. Meanwhile the lines in my face are filling in for the hair Iโve lost. Smoke โem if youโve got โem.
Is beauty scarce? ๐๐๐
Does it fade never to return?
The elusive nature of beauty
is the essence of its appeal.
Love ๐ซ๐๐ซ
Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Who knows if you will ever find love again? Eight billion people and only one soulmate. Plus, who could love me and the monster inside?
Is love scarce? ๐๐๐
Must we love carefully lest we run out?
Or is reckless love the heartโs emission?
Land ๐๐๐
Property is theft, ainโt that right Karl Marx? If all your Louis Vuitton arenโt belong to us, then who are they belong to? Make no mistakes, the map is the territory. This Empire is precious and finite: a coveted, promised land of the means to make ends meet. This land is your land, this land is my land, and if we donโt claim it and control it and defend it, we have nothing. Because we are nothing.
Is land scarce? ๐งโ๐พ๐๏ธ๐งโ๐พ
Reducing the resources
of the planet to numbers
imposes finitude where
once was endless intricacy.
Water ๐ง๐๐ง
What is life but a fractal of water balloons full of bones and magic? Good โtil the last drop, but after that weโre fucked. Our polar stores of fresh water are melting fast, sea levels are rising to street level, and yet we canโt afford to water our crops. Maybe we can use oil instead? Or make veggies out of plastic?
๐๐ฐ๐ Is water scarce?
Are we running out of clean water, or just dirtying the water?
๐๐๐ What proportion of Gaiaโs water needs to be human-shaped for the planet to teem with bliss? ๐ฆฆ๐ฌ๐ฆฆ
Our planet once was bone dry. Weโve gone from primordial ooze to pterodactyl to tundra rat to Tom Cruise, surviving several major extinction events, and now we are racing into a cataclysm of our own design. All these forms of life are water dancing in membranes within membranes. Now the Earth itself is the outer membrane, within which we share every drop.
๐ค๐๐ค Community
Where I grew up, there was absolutely nothing to do. By the time I was eight they had shut down the art and music programs. Play got defunded. Little did we know the conglomerates would franchise our needs and syndicate the culture that scripts our lives. Now we watch our dreams on YouTube. Back home they closed the factories in town and then the town became a factory of its own: for opioid addicts and meth heads. So here I am in the big city. Gotta find my tribe, you know?
๐ซ๐งโ๐คโ๐ง๐ซ Is community scarce?
In todayโs globalizing surveillance state, the threat of ostracism from the default world looms whenever we openly reflect or earnestly dissent.
Please donโt hose me.
In New-Newspeak
we might say that stories of doublethink
and doublespeak
on ubiquitous telescreens
cultivate widespread groupthink
making us wary of conspiracy theories thoughtcrime
which we crimestop
through social media censorship filtering, face masking, self-silencing, and reprogramming with tribal ideology (Flat Earthers, Faucians, etc.) so as to stay on-brand with the zombie zeitgeist.
While the plutocrats of Web 2.0 entrench our online communities with moral and political moats of propaganda and profit-seeking policy, original thinkers and sovereign individuals are often ostracized and hung out to dry.
But the decentralization and democratization of Web3 are beginning to remind us that among 8 billion minds there are many kindred spirits.
Purpose
When you love what you do, youโll wonโt work a day in your life. So if you can find that one true purpose, that grail sculpted by manifest destiny out of the burlwood of your soul, everything else will fall into place. Of course, youโre gonna have to grind before you find it. Work ainโt worth a damn if ainโt hard. Get. back. on. that. ๐ .