Iz I.T. the final frontier?

This land is your land,
this land is my land
So, what is my space, if I'm at your place?

My space or yours?

In order to consider space, we must consider our self. Physically we assume ourselves to be pretty dense, mostly water and sometimes full of hot air. But on an atomic level we are barely here. Held together by the strong bonds that are simultaneously as fragile as a misplaced hope.

Consider what it is that we are and you'll find the fabric that we've weaved. Be aware, look too close and you'll find nothing but space, mine or yours, it'll be space and that's what I called Lost; a bit of a waste of prime-time. I'm interested in Found.

Let's get beyond my space, my place, and the rat race. We're in It together whether we weather it for the better or never measure up to the potential pleasure. My space or yours? It really isn't matter anyway.

Fruits of Our Labor

However, In today's market matter is important. Ownership, rights and stewardship is still being negotiated with the main interest and focus on the efficient allocation of resources; so as to raise the standard of living. How we can save ourselves by creating yet another market for our monopoly game of life to sell and buy carbon life forms, trees, dead flees, bees and organic cheese. Are we going to far yet? :)

The ideas of seven generations, Seven Nations and inter national relations carried out by five star generals, five sided buildings and 5% returns, means something doesn't add up. Economic competition yields good returns but you reap just what you sow. And long overdue consideration for long term viability of seeds, seas, and shes, has just now began to factor in with the shiny red crunchiness these possibly forbidden fruits of labor really are.

To each individual making their way through the day, rethinking, or simply thinking, would be the first step. Every thing is fine but something ain't right. Think before you drink and look before you leap. Because when Dylan said everyone must get stoned, he probably wasn't talking about kidney stones, reality hits it out of the park even if you miss: How much coffee will IT take to wake US up!

I got my iPod, my space, my dog, and smokes. But there are things I have that while intangible are consistently needing tending:
My life, this moment, the future, past, and my thoughts, and I am looking at the difference between my debt and the dept. we've all inherited and finding signs IT will tease it-self apart.

So for the moment:

I will till until I'm still
With little will to consider the bill
That was placed on the sill
Long before I had my fill

I see now I'd have to kill to refill that grill
May just dill the bill and build a mill.
And there I'll till until I'm still

Note: Economic theory considers ownership as one way to efficiently arrive at a desired group of benefits and goods. If the river has an owner, analysis yields a deal to be struck to keep it clean or produce energy etc. Although add into the equation many assumptions economists require to calculate not only monetary balance but quantifying the hearts and desires of man. This inner balance has to be found before a real deal can be struck between the value of life and liberty and the value of a dollar or a moment of mans' time.