So much so, I’ve rubbed my nostrils raw with tissue paper, terry cloths, shirt sleeves. Even my bike commute gloves.
The cold I’m getting over is symptomatic of a larger problem: my body is fighting off a virus or germ. I could complain to my partner, have her make some chicken soup, take something to deal with the runny nose. Fact is though, I still will have a cold. Until my body does its trick, I’m sick.
Microcosms share similarities with macrocosms. Like Mandelbrot sets, our little universes are exact duplicates of larger ones. We complain about Bush, or Obama, Dirty Wars, drone strikes, unemployment and welfare. These are runny noses, itchy eyes, and sore throats. These all share an underlying cause: debt-based civilizations and their reliance on money. Expecting Obama’s successor to make the world better, expecting a new law banning drone strikes, expecting better welfare programs (or tighter ones) or more jobs to fix the economy is like me expecting a tissue to stop my nose from running.
You know this. I know it. We’re beginning, finally, to look around for cures, not palliatives. Right now, you can do something that will put you in action around creating a real cure. It won’t cost you a dime. It will require time. At the end of it all though, you will have created something remarkable: A cure for what ails the world.
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