I am compltely shit at capitalism. I used to think of this as a failure. But the older I get the more I feel it to be wise, perhaps even noble.

40k years ago someone began painting in a cave in France. SEO, data metrics, click monetisation, focused traffic nodes, all of that is absurdly laughable in relationship to that person or their art. In 40k more years, some thinking thing will look in awe the same way I do, the same way that aritist did, and our personal nows will overlap as we touch with this conjoined grace. Capitalism cannot monetise our humanity or our timeless curiosity.

I think of all the other nows that were there for only one observer. How heartbreakingly beautiful they are.

Imagine every quiet triumph that nobody saw.

An old woman who remembered a song for the last time.

A child who found a perfect stick.

A mechanic who fixed that misfire after three days working on it and quietly smiled.

A soldier who looked at the stars one last time.

The cave painter who stepped back and thought, "That's good."

No witnesses. No record.
Just a single awareness meeting a single moment. Then it vanished forever.

There's something almost unbearable about that thought to me.

But those nows are not dimished by the lack of audience. They existed for that person who found meaning in them.

Money is not validation or measure of greatness or a measure of our humanness. Those moments, those nows, only requires an experiencer.

We've become so accustomed to external validation that we forget most of human history happened without anyone documenting it.

The overwhelming majority of lives have left no record at all.

And yet those lives contained first kisses, arguments, laughter, grief, embarrassment, curiosity, music, sunsets, jokes, failures, moments of transcendence.

They weren't less real because nobody archived them. They didn't have less meaning to the experiencer becuse there was no click through metric.

Those people were... are... valid, human, beautifu, meaningful because they existed.

We impose structure and use metrics to validate and say we have meaning, constructs that have no bearing on this unverise and its existance... on our existance. The only value I have is in this moment, in this now. And the only person who can gauge the worth is me.

And sometimes we can reach through time. We needen't shout: "I WAS HERE!" But instead we should yell into the void: "I KNOW YOU WERE HERE TOO!!!" There's no profit, no need for it, just the timelessness of being human.

Meaning doesn't require an audience.
It only requires an experiencer.