Dear Humanity,
Humanity’s irresponsible relationship to life on a planet is best exampled by reliance on the stock market ensemble. You know we sin as species when the market remains the center of our planetary life, our reason for health, happiness, and survival. And the hive scurries around this queen bee. Buzzing, quantifying, praying, chattering about the stock market. And when shares fall we feel the hurt. Our pride, aggregate way of life, hope for the future, tied to buying and selling, ownership pieces, claiming commodity fragments. Alienation from soul, separation from what matters. This reliance not innate nor inevitable, we made it up. Owners of the means of production invented it, coerced labor, won the say-so for our complete way of life. This reality demonstrates an open wound in our spiritual lives, as universal species across a world. Beating heart market, brains geared to the ups and downs of the bourse. Truck and trade, panic and fear, spend with smiles our pulsing vitality. The meaning of our being totalized global stock. Health as individuals and as species expressed by shares, bonds, funds. Sanity, happiness, and the ability to distribute necessities. Center of our scurry. A particular consciousness as opposed to another contributes to our suffering, threatens our existence. We know alternatives to organizing life-scale production, survival types, thought. But sell ourselves inside milliseconds, highly organized, technological. Ultimate proof of an unhealthy relationship to life is the everything market. Our art and survival rises and falls with the success of infinite growth. We require expansion, increase, development, we live the ultimate virus.
In any case, you know,
Precarious Birch
