just around the corner

“The secret to winning the game for everyone is to assume a deficiency of love in your ‘opponent’ and apply some.”

Back in the day when things were more or less normal and you knew what to do about going and coming, life began to get boring. You didn’t have the kind of complexity you now face. However, you didn’t have the opportunities you do now, either. Apart from jetting around the globe for lunch and home for dinner, you could get where you wanted to easily enough, given resources and time, or create a persona for yourself at the expense of some illusion or other. Now, it’s a different story. You hear of limitations, restrictions, and sanctions. You see a new economy coming, one in which the dominant dollar becomes less a piece of paper than a fact of life that keeps getting less and less relevant. This is the story you might hear, but it is not the truth of your existence unless you want it to be. What seems like limitation now will soon be irrelevant. What do we mean? Let us enlighten you with a story. Ours are much more down to earth than the ones currently circulating on your planet.

A pile of paper sat in a locker in a dark and quiet mansion high on a hill. No one remembered what it was for or how it had been used, though some speculated it was a sort of game token for some long-forgotten game of chance. “Mogul”, some said it was called. The rules made little sense, however, and the players had tired of the same people winning time and time again. The piles of paper, yellowed and neglected, were all that remained, the rules of the game long ago having changed so much that the keepers of the rule book decided to rename it “Dream Making”. And so it was that what had been was no more and that which came is already dreamed by those who re-write the rules. The only thing that anyone remembered about the old game of Mogul was that Dream Making was much more fun for everyone... continued at opalescent words