The world is made of paper

The “river running red" was a dream of his patients seen by C.G. Jung as a harbinger of the world wars just ahead and the death of Europe. The Irish poet Maud Gonne, Yeats’ muse, saw the same. It seems particularly foreboding in a river as ancient to human consciousness as the Danube.

At a time when the world is made of paper, we feel particularly vulnerable. Since Copenhagen, maybe, at the UN Climate Conference last winter, where the holy ones saw that squiggly thing in the sky as “Eye of God” and like the river runnng ired, a sign of something. As it happened there below on earth, China in plain sight established a new global paradigm which more or less excluded America. It was, in hindsight, the turning point. The decoupling of the global illusion & the shattering of the global village – always an abstraction, made up by some guy in Canada; not a real place. Only the Israelis seemed to grasp what was happening right away.

Decentralization is the theme now in the U.S., Europe and Israel. As the Book of Common Prayer calls for a “returning” - “By returning and rest we shall be saved.” - we begin an unraveling and decoupling of all which has gathered moss since Yalta. The period of post-war can be seen in hindsight as "pleroma" described in Jung’s Red Book – on the New York Times best seller list (17th) this year - as “nothing and everything.” To the Gnostics, “The pleroma is the beginning and the end of created beings.” The space between the end of the last world and the beginning of the next world. A time marked by “no heaven . . . no country, no religion too" – last public utterances of the bard born 70 years ago this weekend. The time when the differentiated world becomes undifferentiated and waits again for new division to arise from the soup. From wu chi to tai chi. Beginning again the ten thousand things.

But instead we get more paper. Quantitative Easing, say Federal Reserve officials. Some say it is just money printing. And Jim Grant of Grants Interest Rates Observer says: “The great Frederick Hayek called this the ‘pretense of knowledge.’ Whereas we in Brooklyn say, ‘Hahh?!! Oh yeah?!? You can do that!!???’”

America is a farm, vast and rich as far as the eye can see and should do pretty well. But a world made of paper is a temporary one; one where the MSM is parlor servant to power and children are prepared for something which will no longer exist by the time they get to it.