The world is made of paper

The “river running red” was a dream of his patients seen by C.G. Jung as a
harbinger of the world wars just ahead and the death of Europe. The Irish poet
Maud Gonne, Yeats’s muse, saw the same. It seems particularly foreboding today
in a river as ancient to human consciousness as the Danube.

At a time when the world is made of paper, we feel particularly vulnerable.
Since Copenhagen, maybe, at the U.N. Climate Conference last winter, where the
holy ones saw that squiggly thing in the sky as “Eye of God” and, like the
river running red, a sign of something. As it happened there below on earth,
China in plain sight established a new global paradigm that more or less
excluded America. It was, in hindsight, the turning point. The decoupling of
the global illusion and the shattering of the global village was always an
abstraction, made up by some guy in Canada; not a real place.

Decentralization is the theme now in the U.S., Europe and Israel. As the Book
of Common Prayer calls for a “returning” — “By returning and rest we shall be
saved.” — we begin an unraveling and decoupling of all which has gathered moss
since Yalta. The period of post-war can be seen in hindsight as
“pleroma” described in Jung’s Red Book — on the New York Times best-seller list (17th) this year — as “nothing and
everything.” To the Gnostics, “The pleroma is the beginning and the end of
created beings.” The space between the end of the last world and the beginning
of the next world. A time marked by “no heaven . . . no country, no religion
too” — last public utterances of the bard born 70 years ago this weekend.
The time when the differentiated world becomes undifferentiated as it is today,
and waits again for new divisions to arise from the soup. From wu chi to tai
chi. Beginning again the ten thousand things.

But instead we get more paper. Quantitative Easing, say Federal Reserve
officials. Some say it is just money printing. And Jim Grant of Grant’s
Interest Rate Observer says: “The great Friedrich Hayek called this the
‘pretense of knowledge.’ Whereas we in Brooklyn say, ‘Hahh?!! Oh yeah?!? You
can do that!!???’ ”

America is a farm, vast and rich as far as the eye can see, and should do
pretty well. But a world made of paper is a temporary one; one where the MSM is
parlor servant to power and children are prepared for something which will no
longer exist by the time they get there.