micro-economics. "Children swallowing pennies..."

"At whatever cost", they say, indignantly.

I toss them a few pennies.

In the lucid daydream that is the waking world, reality proper, how much a hullabaloo over a few smudge marks, how much a self-denigration for our own troubles; tis compounded, multiplicative, propagating, chaos become as it were the mode, the mean, so common, and formulas showing us whatever it is the system wants us to see.

Behold.

I was working on a car in one of my dreams....  I knew which fasteners and so on, and I was scampering for them, at the work, and doing, and busy with my own, wicked too, little hands, at my business and "doing my thing".  How is it so much nothing comes to profit, I sometimes wonder, and so much good sense is discarded in general.  As Seneca said, to follow the crowd is to be misled, and the funnel catches more people every year, consolidating, doing tax tricks, accounting tricks, debt and profit that is only on paper while the currency inflates, and indeed, our best and most-loved, profit is only an idea, a concept and not a clear reality.

There is a difference perhaps between having such a complex system in terms of accounting, that real decisions are not wicked, but ill-advised or stupid, such as billion lost by Paramount Group, or the Apple Card; note that Apple has a subsidiary that invests in tangible assets: things of real value beyond the stated value of "fiat".

Children had unwittingly swallowed pennies, then with idiot fingers, picked them, sorted them out of the excrement, because the pennies were shiny; some stores don't even deal pennies, but I know, these pennies, they add into dollars eventually, such as the hackers that took the partial cent increments across hundreds of thousands of transactions: these added, such as the adage that "pennies make dollars", but done in shadow, monochrome, black and green, old DOS and UNIX screens, they did their magic, and just sat back such as the common term now, "passive income", to sit back idly binge-watching while a bucket collects money from the misery of the productive.