Work is not the trap. The freedom being sought is not to be freed from a trap of work. Finding freedom is by its own execution and pursuit – an active working. And even as freedom begins to be found, there is still work to be done. Freeing work is freeing. This type of work … Continue reading
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Journal – Day Three
Quite the experience of going seemingly off-script and off road only to determine that this was the new economy path for today. Met a number of venturers that were out in full force seeking to locate their compasses. The find today was extraordinary. Much as it may sometimes seem, confusing the means from the end … Continue reading
Journal – Day Two
Haven’t hardly progressed and already bogged in by a heavy mist frequently experienced in this severely, overly imaginative age. Hearing rumors that the search for a life of freedom should track a path towards the new economy. Cryptocurrency. That’s the ticket, they say. Maybe so? But, it kind of sounds like the same pig? Is … Continue reading
Lighten the Load
First and foremost, start with an empty backpack. Start with a blank canvas. Start by cleaning the slate. The New Economy is springing upon us in such a fashion. Now a bright and restless few, may just take to this suggestion somewhat easily. They may do so almost from a sense of adventure and an … Continue reading
Fade to New Economy
Scanning the wires and came across a poster announcing among other things that the American dream has faded and capitalism may not survive? But, what if the American dream was never a dream meant to be founded on capitalism? What if the American dream was hijacked by capitalism? What if what so many Americans dreamed … Continue reading
Expedition Mach Up
It is so strange that I bog down over the financing of the new boat built to float over the waters of capitalism and/or socialism. What is the bog down? What is the anchor? How is it, so thoroughly convinced these systems are bogus and so adamantly determined to float beyond them, I look to … Continue reading