We are in desperate need of a global currency. It should be something intangible, nebulous, a whisper of an imprint. Only by making it less than imaginary, can we imbue it with true value. Bartering was too reliant on intrinsic value. Gold’s glimmering winks were way too flashy, and now that it has an application in electronics, it’s even less suitable for exchange. For a palpable time, the pulp of trees served as the roots for our evil, and now that it is no more than a stump of our total currency circulation, its value has climbed ever higher as paper and as a less traceable transaction, a financial dalliance that’s difficult to document. As its intrinsic value rises, we must burn this paper stump. After all, we do have a more appropriate substitute in the electric exchange. Still even this is too real. It takes up digital space. It’s too solid, too firmly lodged in cyberspace to function as the final fiat currency. It falls flat.
There is a solution, something so unreal that it can’t even be imagined. Nobody has even been able to define it. Many like to pretend that they know what it is, that they can experience it, that they can hold on to it, that they can imagine it, that it can fill the infinite vacuum void vibrating vapid, off key chords within their chemoelectric currents and tides. They are desperate for it to quell their volatile volition. They dream that it has power, that it’s all you need. It makes them cry, inspires murder and manic episodes, and starts and ends wars. It’s betrayal. It’s suicide. It’s sacrifice. It’s hot and cold. It’s heaven and horror to behold. It’s a vapor, a phantom, a figment. It’s nothing. It’s nowhere. It can’t even be imagined. It’s less than imaginary. It’s love.
There is nothing so worthless, so pitiful, so pathetic as love. Despite this inherent worthlessness and nonexistence, people all over the world just won’t shut up about it and seem achingly desperate to obtain it. Oddly it seems to serve the quintessence of greed. This phenomenon makes it the perfect global fiat currency.
Think of it. Dwell on its fitness. You want something sweet? You’ll have to relinquish some love to sup on that sugar, honey. Want some food? Fork over that fond feeling, friend. Want to enjoy an evening of entertainment? Let some love escape from your vault. Want to see your business grow? Invest all your love. Do you need that laser guided camera smart phone with the platinum inlaid etching of a playful seal with a beach ball on its nose? It’s gonna cost you some luxury love. The best thing about love as a currency is that since it is less than imaginary, it can’t be contained, and is therefore destined to trickle down. It could be a natural stimulator of economic growth because it must be spent. Anyone who tries to horde love and create a wealth gap will only have it evaporate into thin air because it never existed in the first place.
Love – less than imaginary.
Ew….I can’t believe I wrote such sappy drivel.