Tiphareth
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Money is a strange and powerful act of magic because every bill has a face on it, it's almost like we are giving it an identity of its own, inflated by the very lie that it's self-awareness is outside of our own. Andrew Jackson's untrusting eyes that leave us at the mercy of a big distraction, that pushes our conclusion into to the future but ignores our own mortality, as if we left any concept of immortality to be a thought for the paper to finish for us. We let it seduce our psychology, our evolutionary instinct to recognize two eyes, a nose and a mouth for someone who is, at the very least, going to provide us with a nourishing conversation, a playful wink, or even a smile to comfort our uncertainty of the things we do. Instead we settle for less, we let it's reluctant rigidity be a promissory note to be exchanged for the feign humor, small talk, and a space-holder for true self-esteem. What I'm going to buy tomorrow? I was hoping to find a that soul with the paper with the crystalline wonder of dreaming and creative endeavor, I really regret that LSD has anything to do with money at all, Why give it even more power? I guess it's a careful balance, my point if you got it, smile first, and then make someone else smile.
