I hear you on the radio... you permeate my screen - it's unkind, but. Who: Capitalism (laissez_faire) and Tax (mr_revenue) What: Meeting. Where: Empire State Building observation deck. When: Monday night. Warnings: N/A
They did not meet very frequently.
Capitalism could not say he knew and interacted with many older than he, but for every rule there was at least one exception. For what is life without death, light without darkness, war without peace? Rules were made from exceptions – there were rules because there were always exceptions.
“I have a proposition.” “I am listening.” “We could work together.” “Name your price.”
It was a conversation they had had for over a thousand years – one that required no exchange, no face-to-face meet-and-greet session, not even words. Some called it the ideal business partnership.
Others called it ‘the ex-wife’.
If God was perfect, if God was omniscient and omnipotent, if God had a sense of irony, humour, love, jealousy – then there was clearly more than one God.
It was not, that they did not notice the small man and everything he did to effect his world. No, they were aware of every single being in this speck of dust in the eyes of the universe – if the assumption that they only existed in a universe was true, but they were big thinkers and were open to the idea of a multiverse – and they had that modicum of appreciation for the bee working for the benefit of the hive.
But alas, they were big thinkers, and all they could see was ‘the big picture’. Every man contributed to a brush stroke on a canvas they could not even begin to conceive. He was content with his single brush stroke, content to have left a mark in his world, content to leave things as they were, content to be meaningless sacrifices for a greater good they could not see.
God – Gods – were never content.
Admiring the painting that was unfurling before his eyes, Capitalism could only come to one devastating, asinine, beautiful conclusion about himself and the one on the other end of the telephone line.
They were not human.
“It has been a while. Won’t you come and meet me?”