The Great Exchange
I see a massive 'coming in' but little to no 'going out'.
'Coming into' a place of opportunity and enlarged dreams;
There will be little or no desire to depart this earthly paradise,
and 'no going out' to regions of lack and loss, and no dreams.
A place of capital, promise, resources, and vision with freedoms.
But in this promising place of dreams, capital, and resources, so much
has begun to wither and die due to the deep drops of confusion and forgetfulness, causing transactions clouded by clever manipulation so much like what has been seen in the past. Would to God that the bright eyes and tender ears with innocent hearts would realize something that was said so many years ago by voices from the old countries of Europe. "They
who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"*. Also,
"People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors".**
I tell you with a heart full of tears that there is a great exchange taking place in America and around the globe that will cause so much pain. When this exchange is consummated, free men and women will exchange their liberties for a ball of chains. I tell you with passionate tears, it will not be a fair trade.
051220PS *George Santayana **Edmund Burke
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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