John Brodix Merryman Jr.
3 min readMay 28, 2023

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God might be dead, but his spirit lives on.

Logically a spiritual absolute would be the essence of sentience, from which we rise, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which we fell. More the light shining through the film, than the images and narratives played out on it.

Ideals are not absolutes, but our entire culture is founded on the premise. Every little village totem has to proclaim its universality, or be dismissed.

There are multitudes of ideals; truth, beauty, platonic forms... political and economic schools....

The fact is that morality is not an absolute. Obviously, because it is certainly not universal. It has to be learned and grown the hard way. Karma, the golden rule. What goes round, comes round.

We live in this reality where synchronization is the centripetal dynamic, while harmonization is the equalizing dynamic.

Like galaxies, structure coalesces in, as energy radiates out. Earth is in the middle, where the feedback loops are most dense.

Nodes and networks, organisms and ecosystems, particles and fields.

More yin and yang, than God Almighty.

Democracy and republicanism originated in pantheistic cultures. The family as godhead.

To the Ancients, monotheism was monocultural. One people, one rule, one god.

The Romans adopted a monotheistic sect as state religion around the time the Empire was rising from he ashes of the Republic. The Big Guy Rules. Divine right of kings.

Obliterating the pantheism of the Trinity and the fact Jesus was crucified for taking a stick to the money changers.

When the West went back to more populist forms of governance, it required separation of church and state, culture and civics.

Though as executive and regulatory function, government is analogous to the nervous system, while money and banking mirror blood and the circulation system. With public government and private banking, the banks rule. So the only real job the flunkies in office have, is running up the debt the banks need to function. The secret sauce of capitalism is public debt backing private wealth.

Consequently the stage actors have devolved into sociopaths, as they wield enormous power, but have no real moral responsibility. Consequently children playing cowboys and Indians on the other side of the planet, while the country falls apart, as the military is the only public works project they can agree to.

People are linear, goal oriented creatures in a cyclical, circular, reciprocal, feedback generated reality, so while markets need money to circulate, people see it as signal to save and store. Consequently Econ 101 describes it as both medium of exchange and store of value. Yet in the body, blood is the medium and fat is the store, as well as bone and muscle.

What if your body tried storing blood?

While we many view it as a commodity to mine from the economy, it is the social contract enabling it, so to store the asset side of the ledger, there has to be a debt on the other side.

The more that is pulled out, the more that has to be added and the more nebulous and economically metastatically cancerous the methods of storing it.

As a medium, we own money like we own the section of road we are using, or the air and water flowing through our bodies. It's not our picture on it, we don't hold the copyrights and most importantly, are not responsible for its value, like a personal check. It is a quintessential public utility, like roads and needs to be treated as one.

The fact is there isn't the investment potential for everyone to save individually, but we do save for many of the same reasons, so public commons and public works would be the logical solution. Yet that would require recognizing a healthy society is a function of collective responsibilities, with rights as reward, not rights as ordained and responsibility as optional.

Safe to say, that is a long ways off and it will take generations to really flush the system.

Though I do hope we are at the end of the beginning, rather than the beginning of the end.

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John Brodix Merryman Jr.
John Brodix Merryman Jr.

Written by John Brodix Merryman Jr.

Having an affair with life. It's complicated.

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