A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I feel very frustrated today that as our economy collapses, we strive to recreate it’s former failing self, instead of look at what we could do if we weren’t so worried about having objects of material value to an unknown collective. Why haven’t we, in an age that moves toward the immaterial, embraced knowledge and cultural production? We have more access, but know less.