I go hunting now, not for meat but the soles of my feet, nether a thought about money. thats what's stuck me on the edge trapped me , I walk to break free, we are the spider webbed and eating ourselves. Maybe the smallest change , will move us just enough to fall out of money. Communism democracy , they have all fallen away , in England there our no longer political parties, they live happily dying for our safety in slowness.
The stage looks good,it is clearing waiting growing, ready for the change, we will be lucky but because things seem so bad