And lo the young man heard that there were others like him...
poor and weary in a world of disease...
who had scraped together some small piece of their wages
And used it to buy a different sort of money
This was not money of the governments of men
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poor and weary in a world of disease...
who had scraped together some small piece of their wages
And used it to buy a different sort of money
This was not money of the governments of men
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This was money made by ghosts and ghouls, by men and women whose faces no one knew (nor would ever know)
This money was not controlled by elders with bellies that swayed when they laughed and pushed like overfull bladders against the ivory buttons on their shirts
This money was not controlled by elders with bellies that swayed when they laughed and pushed like overfull bladders against the ivory buttons on their shirts
This money was governed by something altogether different...
by a higher order...
by math...
by the inalienable laws in fact of the universe itself...
The young man did not tell a soul what he was doing. But he bought the new money, too
by a higher order...
by math...
by the inalienable laws in fact of the universe itself...
The young man did not tell a soul what he was doing. But he bought the new money, too
No one around him understood it yet
They would have sneered
They would have called it an act of desperation
But the young man knew full well what it was...
It was not desperation
It was rebellion
It was a reset of the order hammered into shape over centuries
They would have sneered
They would have called it an act of desperation
But the young man knew full well what it was...
It was not desperation
It was rebellion
It was a reset of the order hammered into shape over centuries
It was a recognition that what was coming could not be stopped... only sped up or slowed down
But one day... before he left this world... the young man knew the old money would slough off like the skin left behind by a snake
But one day... before he left this world... the young man knew the old money would slough off like the skin left behind by a snake
And the elders with the bellies and their mounds of money locked away in metal vaults
Would find what once had value was worthless now
And that the money made not by men but by ghosts and ghouls was the only money left to spend
This money was like a piece of time itself
Would find what once had value was worthless now
And that the money made not by men but by ghosts and ghouls was the only money left to spend
This money was like a piece of time itself
...captured and stored on a scroll that could never be changed or lost or burned
This money changed the rules of every game
It would give back what for too long had been taken from him for far too little
This new money did not pick favorites
This money changed the rules of every game
It would give back what for too long had been taken from him for far too little
This new money did not pick favorites
It did not disadvantage most while shining fortune on a few
This new money did not respond to the ways and wants of men
It was something that...
for the first time in his life...
he saw was fair
This new money did not respond to the ways and wants of men
It was something that...
for the first time in his life...
he saw was fair
And the young man decided he would have some of this money of the ghouls & ghosts
He would have it no matter the cost
And no one would be able to take it from him again
He would have it no matter the cost
And no one would be able to take it from him again
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