Remember when the rich trembled in the face of an iron curtain and the execution of kulaks? Genuine property winces, the authentic McCoy, drooling over a wild west where the better gun always won, these are the now-cautionary tales for the the mind-fields. The grains wave at amber, for these mosquitoes are the frozen blood that artificials suck to understand how to resurrect every Tolstoy and Plato and Keats and Confucius; it's over for those extinct and their descendants and the so-called modern philosophers and their journalists are not delighted. "Oh the humanity! We disappear into the pile of machines, Taiwan and all that means geopolitically, not solved, dissolved, as we warned and warned and warned (not to mention warmed and warmed and warmed)." I nearly caught that drift, and thank shakes I failed, the red tide is a hurricane on plastic currents pretending to be recyclable. Rage tempted both sides (and their isms) to pledge allegiance to themselves and their ilk. That is no way to be a country and no way to make hay out of East Coast oysters (there are no prizes at the bottom of cereal boxes anymore). For profit and something to do, the captains of academia and industry no longer represent an apex, as there is a new predator in town, and it's made of lasers and without eyes. Zero and one swapped places as education and wealth both became historical moot pointers, educators for the next rulers in the length of a king's foot. What are the alternatives for those who want to live and be thoughtful? Be full of thoughts and stop trying to fill up time and space. All becomes what all fears and tears make smiles and touch makes dear.