What Can't Be Sold?

A reflex response may be some feeling of security and stability, perhaps. Emotional availability. Some would come out of the stands, grab the mic, and ensure us all that our soul shall never… though I must regrettably admit Faust still haunts us.

The more you try so you’ll usually settle around the same spheres. Around love, respect, skill, reputation. And while it’s fun, for a bit, to wonder what can’t be sold, perhaps the more interesting aspect is the implicit void such question leaves evident.

For if some artifact cannot be repeatedly sold, what happens to it? Well, in an economic lens it may as well not exist. It’s not worth anything. At least in these economic games.

So the air fills with all of these gizmos and supplies, surefire resolutions toward the next zenith and human evolution quickened. While the clerks call out to me for a bag of potatoes at $4.99, a steal they’ll say and yet, I still wonder, what of those priceless artifacts?

Well, silence. The noise is only for that which guarantees transactions. All we shall think about, or talk about, or even engage others for, such transactions are contingent on whether it cleanly benefits both of us. All media makes sure of that, all discourse. Things which do not fit spiffy as a transaction, and could even disrupt other transactions, need not a breath wasted on them.

Thus the fate for such contraband is either banishment, obscurement, squelchedness and ultimately hidden til forgotten. This includes the very knowledge that would change your situation.

Thus the world naturally congeals toward repeated transactions, all to form dependence. If you actually knew the solution you wouldn’t need any of those farming your existence.

There are plants out there we’ve never heard of, structures we’ve yet to build, a Hobbit hole if you’re so daring, adjunct to the lifestyles one may not even begin to fathom. Freedom unparalleled by the beauty beyond the auroras. But, you see, new perceptions and worlds which remove dependence must be occluded if not destroyed. How else can I continue my affluent existence without your payments?

No one will ever sell you the keys out of here.

The trouble is how, at least I think, we’ve gotten to the point where things that can’t be sold are the only valuables left. Where to find them?

What can’t be sold can only be rediscovered through a world beyond modern dependence structures. More aptly: setting foot into the woods alone & don all of the hats once more.