gambling, and to think that money has become rampant, pointless, towering over man, where once money was deemed an effective medium of passing labour, now, gambling has proved the complete defunct nature of the construct... when once a respectable way of rewarding shared labours, now, a means to bloat it, inflate it, give it extra cotton candy... i'd like to see times when money had some value, but since there is none to it in an applicable sense, no wonder its flushed down the toilet at the gambling table... for a "species" that wonders at making things refined and more efficient, to see the unrefined end product of the ultimate inefficiency; it's almost sad to watch.
i understand islam in only one way,
if i heard correctly islam
dictates a rigour in appreciating
in that, if i (once again) heard
correctly, islam doesn't
i.e. if you borrow £100,
you give £100 back...
not £100 + 20%...
and i really do appreciate
the sanity of using money,
an abstract (compared to the value
of gold or timber, or a painting)
form of a thing...
but the problem is, money has become
less and less reasonable,
in that it has become less tool-like
and more: parasitic-like.
i do appreciate the fact
that money creates an exponential growth
of possible jobs,
that it allows people to do nothing
more than a *Pilate gesture -
i.e. washing their hands clean...
but we live in times of hidden slavery,
i have a friend who's in his 50s...
he's not paying off his house,
he doesn't own it,
he's paying off the interest rates!
so basically he's renting rather than working
toward a capital...
i have no idea how the original
idea of money has become infested by
a %... it should really be written
%10 rather than any elevation to
£10 is actually £23.50 when
monday it is spent, and by friday when it's
asked to be repaid...
it's an implosive multiplication,
you ask for a potato,
you're asked for four potatoes back!
i can't believe that people are still
so sane if at least playing the role of sensible
with a thing, that's clearly inorganic,
and can't self-replicate without a cheat
mechanism being in place...
like i said, if i heard correctly,
islam abhors usury -
lending on an interest...
but i might have misheard this,
even though i might not have, misheard it...
i understand money in that
i understand someone willing to do
a ****** job to get his UNIVERSAL UNIT
i get that, i'd do a ****** job if i had to
in order to watch the Pilates of this world
play the Gatsby...
(book? not so great)....
the philosopher's stone
the trans-valuation of values is but a copper
coin away from any reason to
fathom a sensibility in such affairs...
but imagine merely paying off
the interests rates, and never the product
you supposedly bought...
**** me that's a tearjerker -
all the communists in hell are either laughing
or immune in a pensive pose of:
the **** is that?
- and if this is true about islam,
i.e. you take one, you give one back...
you take one, you give two back...
money unlike any other thing in this world
is sick... it's infected with
a propagation virus...
a mad self-multiplier...
the same self-multiplier which is the reason
why we produce more than we need,
in that we produce both product,
even if you applied the keenest
of minds in the field of mathematics to
the concept of money,
you'd create a half-breed of
both genius and ******...
since economics is the antithesis of
mathematics, as is the mathematicians'
abandonment of the calculator,
the only worthwhile arithmetic these days
is imbued by the spelling of a word
you don't write it: you snap into it!
- and i must admit, a strange way
of "counting" - rearranging the set pieces -
which explains why there's a blind-spot
in the japanese puzzle: súdokū -
again: diacritical marks are punctuation
marks from above, intra-verbum not
once again, why is money so supposedly
complex? it's not,
i can understand that some people
would prefer someone else to do something
unpleasant, like, slaughter a cow
and never make it to guest list of a baron's
i understand the Pilate gesture -
i wouldn't even appreciate the baron's
company to say the least,
but money, as it was originally intended
it can't be anything more than
a sickness that has infected it...
mind you, my father is self-employed,
you know how they actually treat contractors?
he asked for travel expenses
for his sub-contractors...
he wasn't paid the travel expenses...
say what you will, but at least communism
had some principles,
this degenerate disintegration,
decomposition of capitalism due to the lack
of external competition on
ideological grounds is festering into
what one might only see as:
when companies shed
their respect for the workers,
whether independent of aligned to a company
ethos, something will finally give way...
i understand money,
but money has a virus in it,
it's become a false multiplier of itself...
sure, that might have added to the success
of the multiplication of mankind
but as people have noted:
a universal wage...
since how much work is there to be done
these days, when all this demand for
work inevitably produces a waste product
money was never supposed
to covertly self-multiply exponentially -
which means why money no longer has
the same value as it once did,
ascribed to something valuable -
paper money is toilet paper -
as already suggested by
those bankers burning it to light a cigar...
a perpetual hellhole where even
a DaVinci canvas is paper and is worth
such as much...
no wonder people have started
to look for value in the crevices of ownership...
but i don't understand the smart-phone
clinging... i said crevices i didn't imply
a ******* ball & chain...
a crease in a shirt,
the fact that -1 feels a lot warmer on a dry night
than +5 on a wet night...
i'll still fall asleep today
thinking that money has is infected with
a parasitic entity,
after all... not even money, is beyond
if money corrupts,
it would seem only sensible that
the first thing to be corrupted, would be the thing
money made sense, once upon a time...
it truly did...
now all it resembles is spare change,
or the fact that, once upon a time,
you would be deemed mad when
finding a £20 banknote on the street,
as i have done.