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I have, in my mind and in some other spots, framed this naught decade and the decade before as an age of chronic luxury.
Goodbye age of chronic luxury.
It was too much to ask for shelter or our daily bread.
A house in the slums grew to great value when the street signs also had an add-on saying “historic district”.
There is more than enough guilt or culpability for the fantasy world of finance and wealth and well I never did quite buy into it all. Maybe I was born too late or something inside me, as a student of history, knew that the bubble would pop any day now.
Mea Culpa. Mea Culpa. Mea Maxima Culpa.
The bubble in America and perhaps the planet is going to do some adjusting to a lesser standard of things now.
Perhaps shelter and one’s daily bread will gain in virtue, retrieved and or recycled from the dumpster of this recent past.
One thing missing in the virtual world of the new and now amended economics has been brotherhood and a sense of who one’s neighbor really is.
My bubble world wraps around my heart and simple things.
The basic Jesus message of loving oneself and one’s neighbor may go out of fashion from time to time.
The classic message will always remain.
I have, in my mind and in some other spots, framed this naught decade and the decade before as an age of chronic luxury.
Goodbye age of chronic luxury.
It was too much to ask for shelter or our daily bread.
A house in the slums grew to great value when the street signs also had an add-on saying “historic district”.
There is more than enough guilt or culpability for the fantasy world of finance and wealth and well I never did quite buy into it all. Maybe I was born too late or something inside me, as a student of history, knew that the bubble would pop any day now.
Mea Culpa. Mea Culpa. Mea Maxima Culpa.
The bubble in America and perhaps the planet is going to do some adjusting to a lesser standard of things now.
Perhaps shelter and one’s daily bread will gain in virtue, retrieved and or recycled from the dumpster of this recent past.
One thing missing in the virtual world of the new and now amended economics has been brotherhood and a sense of who one’s neighbor really is.
My bubble world wraps around my heart and simple things.
The basic Jesus message of loving oneself and one’s neighbor may go out of fashion from time to time.
The classic message will always remain.
