That seems like a fair price
It does not take long. I voluntarily withdrew from the economy some months back. OK some years back. But I now realize that I have no more idea about the cost of anything. How much is rent? I don’t know. What’s a fair hourly wage for a certain job? I don’t know. What does the jug of milk cost? I don’t know. And on and on. If you told me that an apple was worth a dollar I would have to believe you perhaps it is worth a dollar. Money has become something I used to use. In a drawer there is a bag of pennies. I think. Wait, you mean that they do not use pennies anymore? Where have I been his life passed me by. I used to believe that the dog had a peaceful life. A bowl of food which miraculously appear at his place every day along with fresh water. Well, that is where I’m at. Maybe the real question is am I happy? By all measurable standards, yes. If any of my siblings come to visit they can figure out for themselves what it costs to live here. And I will ask them about where they live without realizing what any of the numbers mean. Somehow this is not what the economy wants. They foster tension in competition and other negative sentiments. I just am. And when the sun goes down far enough I will go to bed and wait for the next day. Reminds me of something I heard about a young child who worked in a coal mine. Found sleeping beside the wall. When asked what had happened the child explained that the mice had stolen supper and there was no candle so simpler to just go to sleep and wait to see what happened next. An old story that makes so much more sense now. Of course, the mice have not stolen my supper in a very long time. But it could happen.
