It's hard to see the beauty of equillibrium when your paychecks trickle down like a leak in the dam and we've been taught to swim in puddles. we don't have a lake, we evaporate. So bring your towel, and your pick axe: beach party tonight!
The market glove shakes a fake hand. So this is our party, we tap the cleanest wells. If it's a question of authenticity, we'll pull it off the shelves.
We're asking for subsistence.