To ensure we are not dragged back into the hopeful
abyss of scarcity, we must tear out every hook, snip every tether ✂️
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 🙉
the root of all illness, the only true contagion 🦠
Just as any disease is a lack of ease,
sleep and courage cure most maladies 💜🛌💜
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.
💞🥕💞 Does our compassion demand our complicity in scarcity?🙈🙉🙊
Time is running out. There’s no time to waste. Life is too short to test molly. Hit the gas. Light it up! Tune in, turn on, drop out, maaan. It’s 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 Totino’s chin pizza, yo.
⏲️📆⏲️ Is time scarce?
Or does it stretch as our attention deepens? And isn’t it always now?
⏰ Chronos vs. Kairos ✨ It’s not a fair fight
Kairos has eternity to prepare. But Chronos has all the money in the world.
What am I, made of money? Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know. Why don’t you get a bucket, and I’ll just turn on the money faucet so you can flush money down the toilet. Or better still, I’ll call the bank and let them know you’re coming to clean the vault.
Beauty is fleeting in the leaky eyes of the beholder. There’s only so much coastline, and most of that is clams and crags. Meanwhile the lines in my face are filling in for the hair I’ve lost. Smoke ‘em if you’ve got ‘em.
Is beauty scarce? 👄💄👄
Does it fade never to return? The elusive nature of beauty is the essence of its appeal.
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? 💘💝💘
Must we love carefully lest we run out? Or is reckless love the heart’s emission?
Property is theft, ain’t that right Karl Marx? If all your Louis Vuitton aren’t 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 don’t claim it and control it and defend it, we have nothing. Because we are nothing.
Is land scarce? 🧑🌾🏝️🧑🌾
Reducing the resources of the planet to numbers imposes finitude where once was endless intricacy.
What is life but a fractal of water balloons full of bones and magic? Good ‘til the last drop, but after that we’re fucked. Our polar stores of fresh water are melting fast, sea levels are rising to street level, and yet we can’t afford to water our crops. Maybe we can use oil instead? Or make veggies out of plastic?
🍉🚰🍉 Is water scarce?
Are we running out of clean water, or just dirtying the water?
🙆👌🙆 What proportion of Gaia’s water needs to be human-shaped for the planet to teem with bliss? 🦦🐬🦦
Our planet once was bone dry. We’ve 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.
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?
🫂🧑🤝🧑🫂 Is community scarce?
In today’s globalizing surveillance state, the threat of ostracism from the default world looms whenever we openly reflect or earnestly dissent.
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.
When you love what you do, you’ll won’t 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, you’re gonna have to grind before you find it. Work ain’t worth a damn if ain’t hard. Get. back. on. that. 🎠.
Is purpose scarce?
Obsessively searching for one’s raison d’etre, it’s easy to develop a case of snowflake syndrome.
But purpose is only evasive when we try to tie something grandiose to our humble meatbag manifestations. When we believe that the self stops at the skin, our purpose gets easily lost in the cruel vastness of a universe racing toward oblivion.
But when we expand the Self to include all beings and manifestations we attend and impact, our purpose resolves like a celestial clarion bell tolling from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. In Sanskrit we call it satchitananda
. In English, we might call it…