I got to thinking this morning about what it would be like to be where there is not the fire-truck brain-hosing by advertisements at every turn of the eye and ear. Most of the ads I've seen so far today all involve something we absolutely must have so we can be what we must be. At risk of being a social pariah, we must spend, spend, spend and work, work, work so we can spend, spend, spend more money, money, money, money! Blecht! I'm sick of it!
When thinking so much in terms of money and commodities, it becomes a staple of the mental diet. Huge volumes of the brain just cease speaking to each other, the eyes grow glassy with myopic greed, the teeth start to hang over the lower lip, the nose extends, drool appears at the corners of the mouth, and the victim begins to spout stock quotations. One antidote is the reading of the works of George Ade.
Communicating with others will be as follows:
"How are you George?"
"I'm profitable."
"My wife is in an on-sale position."
"The ledger sheet of my mind was audited by my psychiatrist and he found that I had embezzled thoughts from my childhood and suggested that I do a leveraged buy-out of my subsidiary fantasies."
Prosperously,
~Chani
