property management and real estate firms are an affront to humanity, but i would like to point out that not all of us come to own more property than we need through greedy schemes. my parents bought a lot of real estate in the 90’s to be able to house their loved ones. my mother almost single-handedly provided housing for my grandmother, my aunts, my cousin, my step brothers, and myself even.

as they have passed on, i have either rented or sold that property to other friends and family at very reasonable prices. there is no single act that is inherently evil. there is no one size fits all label. our individual actions and intentions define us.

the biggest resistance is coming from the owner class. the great fear is that we could enter into an age where human labor isn’t needed and it becomes feasible to have a society where resources just get distributed for free because everything* is* practically free.

and this is why religion has to go. how the fuck this archaic thought process still dominates modern society is beyond me, but i cannot see a way out of this until religion is stomped into the ground by any means necessary. it is literally one of the top three roadblocks to a humane world.

the great touring jam bands provided a wonderful environment to meet new people in back in the 90’s. the parking lots of grateful dead and phish concerts were chock full of society’s misfits, many of them well-read and witty (some of them not-so-much). It was not introverted at all - there were so many outgoing, lively, and fun people.

i think many of you are more outgoing than you give yourself credit for. you just live in a world where you don’t want to mingle with the inhabitants, and i think that might even reflect a skewed view of the outside world. i’m pretty far left and i still have fun in bars in little ranch towns in the western states. most of those people are more fun than your average morose, urban-dwelling shoe gazer.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re better left unsung I don’t know, don’t really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow