The information economy is just one of the new changes in America.

We as a nation seem to be getting a bit gutsy and I fear that the consequences is that product capitalism will decline so much that our main products will be fancy yoga and fancy hair cuts.  Definitely not a formula for a great nation, but a nation with great hair cuts and flexible joints.
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Imagine a cloud

The thoughts of you

The gardens expand

Many new buds

Love is remembered

In the other world

Eyes light up

Fresh in strange violence

Dice in quicksand roll one's

The emotions fired correction

People were not pretending

And the stage moved suddenly

I could see the landscape

Nature was winning
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I'm moved

It was a very moving experience

The way she moved me

Like a jog

Or a bee bee gun

Through the solar plexus


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Look out your window

Put on your lip gloss

Send me some moon beams

Life is good

Good for many somethings

It's understood

When my ankles hurt.
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I wsh you a magical day and a dreamy night.


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Our home is the world

And what a better place

To live to be real

Hope smiles from the sky

Feelings and meaning

The actual season

For boats floating

I see the white flag grow

As pride is mostly air

I can do this

And I can do that

Together much is possible

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The wolf leaps gracefully

It is history

With time healing



The most fantastic feeling

The benefits of dreaming

A star is born again.
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People lose their way for a reason.


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Miracles are like summer rabbits

Jumping out of spring

Touching the swirling skies

I say the rain comes

Take these muddy boots

Here I stand waiting

The dealing of things

Gratitude breaking sunshine

Loaves of breads in preparation

Go then little dove one

Stars can fly past IMAGINING

Way you go

Way you go

We will have no tears now
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Should the time skip

And the moon return

From the past

Brace yourself

Hell can not last

It is not acceptable

To accept any bells

That is not okay

Humans are not like that

Zombies yes

Humans no.
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Missing an arm

Missing a hand

Missing a part of my heart

So surgery was performed

With a hanger

In a wine cellar

In Johannesburg

In a hut in the burbs

And it hurt

Because something's do

And the good news

Is the best is still ahead

Through new suns

History is changed

I can see you.
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.