Even gold as ‘money’ or ‘$’ is fictional, gold’s real value is that it resists corrosion, and that it is highly conductive for electricity, or perhaps of it’s aesthetics beauty and malleability. Money is a fictional concept perp-ed on the world, a vague artificial representation of real tangible value, for control (theft) of real tangible articles (including this earth) by issuer of the artificial value, aka money.

Hell the Div of Wildlife or states/counties/country, whoever they are, Sell the lives of animals, elk, deer, bear, moose, fish etc. for $!. A repugnant and abhorrent example revealing the insidious intention behind this artificial ‘value’. They do not ‘own’ these lives to ‘sell’! They do not own anything, it is a false claim, similar in many ways to the horrendous ‘divine right of kings’.

Distorted even further with debt backed central bank issued fiat currencies such as Federal Reserve Note ‘$’. A promissory Note, it is debt, and the noteholder is FedRes which claims to be creditor/beneficiary. It is all their ‘$’, we use their stuff, their ‘value’, so they can take it backed or charge fees/tax or ‘compensations’ for usury. We buy things, land, houses, cars etc etc with Their ‘$’, so they claim this property to be Their property, hence ‘pay’ property taxes or face confiscation/eviction. All without informed consent however, it is all coercive fraud.

Gold coins have images of gov’t ‘leaders’ or Caesar or personas or images/texts in relation to their ‘rule’, showing they are the creditor, issuer, it is their fictional ‘value’ sent to intervene between creation and the created (theft by impostor).

Gold coins are this scam too when it comes right down to it, what is real vs what is presumptive. Make Believe, made what is ‘imagined’ to be true value.

What of those rogue particles that dreamt up reality
That created the fantasy of you and me?
Riding the sacred waves of eternity
Conspiring to create this crazy phantasm of the free.

What did the Abyss have in mind
When it projected the gilded eons,
Igniting the suffering of time
And the nightmares of mortal peons?

Who conjured up this broken hearted life?
Where love’s dreams all turn to dust,
Victims of history’s jaded tale of strife
And Mankind’s ongoing saga of blood lust.

Can we not see eternity’s reflection
In each other’s longing eyes?
For In mortality’s solemn benediction
Our spirit makes ready to fly!

My soul has strummed the ages
And bled for a glimpse of eternity,
While turning history’s parchment pages
Stained with the blood of Man’s cruel paternity.

And then the great bard said ‘To be or not to be?’
As I begged for another dram or two,
To numb the brokenhearted me
As love keeps changing hue.

Alas I have heard my ode to joy
As the mountain mists embrace us,
Feeling the kiss of the morning coy
As our squirrely friends scamper and fuss.

How can I ever return to the mundane?
To live as just another programmed cog
In the welter works of the insane
Another chit in Adam Smith’s log.

Dear Shylock is coming for his pound rightful
As father time continues to imprison the Madding crowd
With mortal sentence most frightful
Killing our most lofty aspirations proud.

So where does this vaunted hero’s journey end?
As the sun sets beyond the Ridges Blue
Is it hiding just around the bend?
Or maybe it’s nestled in the hearts of me and you.

We are Eternity’s lost dreams
Shadows on the walls of Kronos lair,
Enchanted by those Madison Avenue Siren Screams
That at the fabric of our lives tare.

And here I sit at the end of forever
Just a quantum apparition,
As I move the Wizard’s lever
Lifting love’s lonely partition.

And behind the screen
I have found eternity’s golden loom,
That answers our haunted screams
From beyond the wailing walls of doom.

Opening the petals of our hearts
To celebrate love’s last lament,
While revealing our most sacred part
In our blossoms intoxicating scent

Where now, my enchanted soul, will thee fly?
Beyond the dreams of yesteryear?
To unravel this world’s tapestry of lies
With our precious pearl drop tears.

´´Imagination
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For other uses, see Imagination (disambiguation).

Olin Levi Warner, Imagination (1896). Library of Congress Thomas Jefferson Building, Washington, D.C.
Imagination is the ability to produce and simulate novel objects, peoples and ideas in the mind without any immediate input of the senses. It is also described as the forming of experiences in the mind, which can be re-creations of past experiences such as vivid memories with imagined changes, or they can be completely invented and possibly fantastic scenes.[1] Imagination helps make knowledge applicable in solving problems and is fundamental to integrating experience and the learning process.[2][3][4][5] A basic training for imagination is listening to storytelling (narrative),[2][6] in which the exactness of the chosen words is the fundamental factor to “evoke worlds”.´´

While mnay great religions start out as a step beyond the existing norm, it is very unfortunate that oftentimes they soon fall prone to institutionalism and become stale. And that is why First Amendment rights, namely religious freedom, must be universally protected as a basic human right. One’s search for his true being must not be regulated by any state or church.