To exist. Economic viability of person or persons.
An ongoing drama, consumer pressure to shall a tariff system limit importations.
A different taxation at anything over 1% of new production?
It shall cost you more to make more cheap things.
Viability to be, not succumb to a 2d ear infection [every time the argyle accords are broken] or beryllium pathogens born by sea.
Always comes back to momentum. Energy solutions.
ones vade mecum, to then resource availability.
What are we collectively aiming to achieve.
space and time and energy solutions over and again.
Maybe more effective regional legislation for energy interactions or building codes …
?
Space to allow the detachment of powerless to process. Not linked into some institution that demands economic viability on the daily.
Powerlessness.
Merriam Websters synonyms:
The run away from ownership of all of the above. How that in fact impacts all energy solutions micro to macro, mili to nano. Everyone.
Never shall I be worth enough to any economy to allow the pressure of need of access of a three combination one daily tablet thing, to sustain the longevity of my life.
Just to sit and nod and agree.
Because all of the aforementioned words would become so strong, so much more than me, existing as a haze over my inner processing, my hominin logic.
Knowing I shall never be enough to justify, what has thus been forced, used for cohesion of trade that became married into economic solutions of what is possible to mitigate the madness of collective coexistence in space and time. The viruses that shall always be required to be navigable for civility.
The grief of others, associated to all the aforementioned words. Lingering in the air.
Worth. Not really poetry according to Wordsworth.
Better to have character, than be a character.
Yet being a character is more economically viable than having character.
Yet another betrayal of ones sense. Having character, going through the motions to process all the aforementioned words, or being a character to sustain some larger economic peace.
A Character – W.W.
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace—a philosopher’s ease.There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there,
There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.
This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.