I mean, we were just trading rocks not that long ago. Sure, they were shiny, but rocks nonetheless. Art now is shiny again. Trading in materials unique to the earth for all we know, not being sure if that beauty is enough or not. Sure seems it is, if we can base thousands of years on the premise that a unique shiny thing that was made out of something on our earth was the end all. Progress is to be had. No longer are valuations made based on a material, they can be determined conceptually, with multiple interpretations. The question is, what is beyond conception, the mark that has no material value, no matter how big or small, as the bigness and smallness of a material is the only play on words available in the tool box currently. And so, the future is now apparent. To continue the path, the make believe world we creatives have always kept deep inside our brain is the commodity of choice on the horizon. It is like getting honey from the bee, an absolutely preposterous idea when denormalized, dangerous seeing as their fucking things have syringes on their ass and they number in the hundreds I guess. Shit, I am not a beekeeper. We probably saw a bear do it one day and were like shit it does look easy enough, there has to be something in that hive. All along were hexagonal designs embedded in the hive, the medium for the honey that randomly tasted sweet to us and everyone else, as if some insects figured out before humans that sugar equals good.

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