Wealth

The turmoil in the markets isn't ever going to end. Rather, the markets are turning themselves inside out because the system is broken. The system consumes itself, like a snake eating it's own tail, eventually destroyed by the very system that created it.

Turns out, all these derivative vehicles were really the only thing making money in the market, liks so much air of an overly frothed cappuccino- pushing the milk over the lip of the cup. The only way to make money in today's market is to wrench it from someone else's hands. This isn't how the future runs at all, not at all.

People don't own anything. People don't trade stocks anymore than selling typewriter ribbon today. Perhaps the the most stunning thing I saw was that there was no money anywhere, in any country. It's replaced with something far greater, a promise always kept. This promise flows through many channels, even broken into fragments of a whole- many directions and many ways, but is always honored, always accountable to the original and ALWAYS upheld like a bright shining torch of truth for one promise kept is all promises kept, like the sun rising every morning.

If you do not keep your promise someone keeps it for you until you do.

There IS money, but it's defunct. It's kept staked away in the children's museums of the future, along with ATM's, credit cards, and interactive lessons on what the fuck happened so it never happens again. Every child is taught so.

Our world looks ridiculous to them, the ads, the media, our consciousness and culture an obvious sideshow of freakery compared to what I saw outside the doors of the museum...

The machine I saw was a new/old Bank of America ATM, sliced open to expose the innards, half lit because the machine can't be serviced by modern technology anymore, the bulbs and gears for it no longer made in this world that has no need for antiquities- part of an aging exhibit. Laughing children piled around it, throwing paper money around on the floor and playing. They take it home, a souvenir you'd buy in a museum on a rainy day, eventually forgetting all about it when the sun comes out.


There's no money in the future. None at all. But there's plenty of sun.