Hello Mav,
Gold has a reputation for being the standard of stability and this past week, as the world we’ve always known continues to shake, the ochre mineral that started it all has uncharacteristically surged past 5000 dollars with reckless haste. Speed, as we know, is often a cause for concern but as the survival of society new and old, micro to macro has demonstrated, movement decides where we go before we know where to go. The wise move when all else moves and others, deemed less attuned with survival, stay where they are until they are certain. Ideally, there is always room for both - side by side great-a-thing becomes but the narrow nature of the ladders we are told matter most (at the crest of which we are guaranteed obscenely magnanimous prizes of conquest) demands that we shove and climb at the lead intent to reach the spoils ahead of everybody else.
Chaos is a faithful acquaintance.
The uncertainty of the West presents an unprecedented opportunity for us in the South. There as chaos unfolds, tragic and awful, weighing down one side of the scale – the other side rises. Not with our doing but rather, with their own or should I employ more tact and say time? She diligently reveals all. A student of nature would say it is the way of things; the way matters unfold. They would say that natural balance is true balance and that all chaos is natural, even when it is triggered by human hands. Are we not nature ourselves? Cyclic, necessary season to season – cold in some parts, warm in others? Overflowing with life then at times consumed by the necessity of death? Do we not also bloom and then retire into nothingness. Do we not occur under the rules of day and night? Shrewd minds bear quick witness, they predict and plan to move when movement occurs.
Chaos is a faithful acquaintance.
It is an entity that clears the path. We know this, don’t we Mav’? Each in our own way.
To move with concentrated ambition while things fall apart is what we celebrate and it is who we have become. Traipsers of unstable grounds, skillful in our mastery of unprecedented times that occur at a rate we’ve begun to suspect as spiteful. So our minds are slightly strung out by the requirements of tangible, rooted accomplishment in such conditions but what do we care about all that? Is this not what we were made for? A time like this? We wouldn’t be here otherwise. The sweetness of victory, the taste of sustained elevation. Who are we to argue with the comforts our sturdiness provides? It takes a substantial amount of weight to be grounded in unforgiving conditions.
The gold standard.
Stable.
As weighty as bullions we ought to always be, ever tipping the scales in our favour not through interference but by means of substance. Sustainable in every context, prone to growth in value during unprecedented times.
Speed, on this occasion, may be the catalyst we make use of because we are not fools panning for fortune on our knees - we know the substance like we know ourselves and we bet on ourselves as if we were the ochre that started it all. No longer limited by the opinions of others, having paid in kind for wisdom as age makes possible, the speed of gold isn’t an incalculable risk, it is not a farce for the eager and inexperienced – instead it is a sign that there has never been a better time for depth, for classics, for substance, for roots.
Time likes to tell, doesn't she? She'll most certainly tell us.