Sunday June 29th 2014 Tim
I guess when the means of exchange becomes a
commodity, asset bubbles are inevitable. And possibly too, my own
interpretations of the market place are not bound by assurances of
salesmen, but rather they are held fast in the iron grip of an analysis
of our species that sees us all as kind of lost. So invariably
shiny things attract us, and better to put it within the framework of
Christmas Tree decorations than to become all puritan and righteous in
our reaction to our own limbic responses to I guess what the Saints
might call 'egregiousness.'
none of this means we have to be jolly about the Vegetable
Garden. And here, I regret to say, I have to return to the
conundrum of edging. If I was to say, "edging limits" life
would be so much simpler, but I can't because I have to take
a constructionalist approach, which means that I have
a model of my own universe in my own mind that has over time
been constructed out of the blank slate I might once
have been. And how, I wonder, do I remove 'edging' from this
model without enduring some kind of mental breakdown.
Such a shame the lobotomy is no longer fashionable.