The world is panicking. It’s panicked before. The truth is there is no truth and that if science isn’t even it, then why believe it exists?
It has everything to do with the cerebral cortex, sequencing and overwriting the sins of the past with glorious retrofitting so we forget the passage of savages before us, even cloak and dagger under the cover of obsequiosness. We intrigue and mystery, withhold and annotate, circumvent and agitate – to such little avail. To no avail yells the decomposing matter! My meaning, my purpose hald-wroughr! Oh the perils of feeling human emotions – surely they want nothing more than to torture usWith dreams of our own existence.
“A more balanced policy mix, with less reliance on monetary policy and more focus on fiscal policy and structural reform would be a better option.”
The tail wind keeps bending