Time is the scarcity, and it’s the commodity we can’t create more of. Capital is money. Capital is commodities. By virtue of it being value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or at least, lays golden eggs. Alive.
In the commodities business, it’s hard to be smarter than your dumbest competitor. Commodities such as gold and silver have a world market that transcends national borders, politics, religions and race. A person might not accept your religion, but they won’t say no to your gold.
The hardest part of online shopping is having to get up and get your card out of your wallet. Only chronic shoppers have cards connected to the checkout. It’s just too risky with how many free trial plans I sign up for. If I get migrated to a paid subscription I’ll go bankrupt.
Hope is an expensive commodity. It makes better sense to be prepared. Easter is the only time when it’s perfectly safe to put all your eggs in one basket. The stock market is filled with individuals who know the price of everything, but the value of nothing. Don’t fall for the FOMO.
Whoever said great things come in small packages hasn’t seen an my TV. Friends aren’t commodities. Some friends are like pennies, two faced and worthless. Other times you strike pure gold and happen on a life long friend. Who takes you through only some parts of hell.
Money talks. But all mine says is goodbye. I’m not sure if everything is expensive or I’m just poor. People recognize themselves in their commodities. Whilst some find their souls in automobiles and others in KFC, I am content to know everyone in this life is suffering from something.
Public humiliation is a commodity and shame is an industry.
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