E = MC^2

Sometimes I imagine I'm Rip Van Winkle and just woke up in a world where financial currency is based on nothing, and there's a central bank that creates it in order to transact any real value exchange between any two parties, and there's a master account that tracks how much each government, corporation or person owes that central bank, because its currency printing service is apparently more valuable and defensible than any party in any exchange. Then I imagine that central bank is named Rothschild and suddenly I understand and it all makes perfect sense.

In other words, I've finally lived long enough to notice that the sovereignty movement seems the latest in a long line of media portrayed dilemmas that posit a seemingly impossible and rarefied self-sustaining generational (central-bank-like) perpetuity, that media exists to tell us what we don't have and what we should therefore do. So I've decided to just try and live, knowing most people and systems and empires, like me, die from the inside out, leaving practically nothing but dry bones (some of us pass on genes) and that's ok, because legacy is a dream of the world that the many are sold to mind control us to formulaically worship and obey the few.

E.g. my parents have a neighbor that raised chickens, but couldn't stop a hawk from killing all but two. Death (apocalypse) is that moment we see the true bread of life: that, for all our joy and trouble, it was better to have clearest possible mind and conscience, to have lived to free the spirit instead.