Economies, values, suffocations
What are we to determine of value, to ourselves, to others, on what to be valuable? Of which man decides the bystander of whom he never knows, of one glance, to be worth less than a pedal lest of an attention forward?
It is, perhaps one of the many ways I can ask of, or interpret of the measly messy mind that myself is made from, when I am to see the burden of which I am to seek answer for the lengthening of the fiefdom that I subjected myself into - which, in another word, the burden of those blue bills I am to receive on services. There, comes economics.
I ask myself a question. What is, value? How do we determine value? Of what thing is considered valuable? For which there be, of a historical answer conjectured of the ancient time where life is without sparks and cave light.
Man himself, Female themselves, are the one whom value is conjured. For a rock without chisel there would be no spear, for a bear without hunter there would be no food. Value is determined, by the human. By the life of those that make use of the subject that exists far beyond what to recognize as man and mortal. There, is where we place our bet on the value of which constitutes the world soon to come.
As it turns out, if we are to think like this, we will soon to find. That for food we have to climb. That for a knife we have to carve. Then we are tired. Exhausted. We, in all of which is practical, subjected ourselves to exhaustion, in exchange for something of which we are to believe is either tangible, or more, or less, or worthless, but still something. Even for a broken stone there exists the broken parts. Even for rotten meal, it is worth something else, perhaps, or rather, even for it we are to use to lure other animals. Even without taking into the argument, thread of perfusion to debate on the intelligence of the sapiens, there exists tangible usage for which one can use to determine what it is. The living proof is in the product, no matter what, no matter who, to determine it is worthless or not, for you can touch it, to feel it, to perhaps feel it on the skins that no matter much more extraneous, he himself who carved it feels also that himself is much similar to the rock he holds. Insofar, value is attached to the existence of the upheld significant, on which he who human is to believe it so, and can validate it same as himself; for the world to live, and he is one of it.
It comes to mind when such to incur, is the evolution of mankind into the rigours of life. Where we are to find language. For the first time, there exists more, perhaps so, than just land, than just apples. There exists what we can call as the carriage of those sceneries you can never forget, tell the tale of the foreign land without to shift the world to brag. What we are to call it, is the existence of what to be information. Of the non-physical. We welcome themselves and what to say about it, into the land of the wings. Here, is the Icarus of life. Soon, very soon or so, it comes to the realization on how much the entire civilization is dedicated to such act, to such grievance of intellect to be based of it, for the world to soon be described by it. For, human himself, to describe what is to be of his own soul and body, discovering his self as one object. What to buy, from language, from what more than the physical, is that of the imagined.
What, kind of value would this be? For proof of which it to be worth it previously physical, that what you hold is the world itself, parts of it, and you are to be one and same. What gives, the value of language, there, then. Some, can say it is because of which human uses it. For human to use it, and of those same madman to charge into wars, to charge onto the field and kill the elephant twice their flesh. Thus, language has the tangible effect onto the world, so it to be discharged as physical, but only the roundabout of it. For a carrier of knowledge, the carriage of stories, the holder of myths, language, and what comes of it, perhaps can be said as one of the more substantial parts on which man himself, decides to value it as much as the world he feels himself in of. Perhaps, the female person to be perceptive also realize the same fact, written only differed of feeling and resolve.
However, it carries the physical burden of proof. While the dirt is plain, is touchable, is workable on what to be considered of hands and foots, the non-physical is one-step-up of the reality one might as well concur to exist. The anchor of those, are to be the human itself. Networking, and social contract. Kingdom and conquest. The modern world order, for him whom arrogantly settles himself to be the president of billions of life, and of which to convey this world, of this land billion years without owner, to now under his turf of war. The modern world in which internet and software are to be constructed, is the same from within, for there exists software, of those abstraction too far into the unknown that one soon to forget the humble anchor - that even thoughts are to be anchored into mind, then the machine to anchor its screen on the sand, and the wire to anchored in orange copper. The value here, is shifted. It is to be the belief of those humans to choose to be. For education purpose, for entertainment. For fun, for perhaps the abhorrent fetishes, for any particular purpose yet to only be satisfied by answering for themselves. There are, many of the same type in existence of the modern world in the same way of sort.
And human is fragile. So far more, for human thoughts and where the dust settles of the labyrinth that its civilization bears upon those living in it.