I say I from the Moon, because stepping on it would mean so much

Is it not fantastical to look up at the stars and imagine the stretches of the universe in all the many ways we have done and do so. When we can muster such things how can we have remained lost in virtual value and virtual space, with virtually little to say for ourselves. Our inner imagination and visions grew, but our minds have become small and divided, even from the fleshbags they try to detach from. In such a world the richness of tools and knowledges have become little more than a fraction of their potential, that we still strive for simple peace and bread. These generations have no legacy but the virtual capital on which we frivolously persist, and the diminishing real capital on which they are built.

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