Economics Was Like Psychology, A Pseudoscience Trying

Look At The Pattern This Seashell Makes. The Dappled Whorl, Curving Inward To Infinity. That's The Shape Of The Universe Itself. There's Constant Pressure, Pushing Towards Pattern. A Tendency In Matter To Evolve Into Ever More Complex Forms. It's A Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

If The Amount Of Money Going Into The War Economy Were Invested In Landscape Restoration, We Would Be In A Far More Positive Position. It May Get A Little Dire Before We Pull Together, But I Think When The Prosperous Nations, And In Particular The Us, Realise They're Wrecking Their Own Kids' Lives, There Will Be A Mass Change In Value. It Will Be A Difficult Century, And Ugly, But I Don't Think That In The End People Are So Stupid As To Kill Themselves Off.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

The Sky Itself Is The Eighth Color Of The Rainbow, Spread Over The Whole Sky For Us, All The Time.