Probably my favorite thing I've read all week. I relate hard- I actually wrote a poem about rotating houseplants in 2017 called "Tilt" and it meshed with this essay in my mind. Stunningly blunt. Well done.
Your address to the Invisible Hand is heard by a big god called Market Forces and he is not a very benevolent deity. In fact he never heard you. In fact he doesn't think. In fact he doesn't exist.
Your sacrifice is appreciated, however, just not by any one God, or god, or conclave of gods. By the accumulation of your tiny value into the great big accumulation of value in the sky.
love this, and yes, it’s love as long as you choose to be a loving god 💖
Probably my favorite thing I've read all week. I relate hard- I actually wrote a poem about rotating houseplants in 2017 called "Tilt" and it meshed with this essay in my mind. Stunningly blunt. Well done.
Your address to the Invisible Hand is heard by a big god called Market Forces and he is not a very benevolent deity. In fact he never heard you. In fact he doesn't think. In fact he doesn't exist.
Your sacrifice is appreciated, however, just not by any one God, or god, or conclave of gods. By the accumulation of your tiny value into the great big accumulation of value in the sky.