Rich Murphy
 

 
We used the small crucifixes that filled our pockets to purchase good without ever asking for change. The mundane transactions have taxed us of millennia. Every piece of merchandise and service has cost each of our ancestors limb or life. A butcher shop cleaved every street. Our parents retired to torture chambers, and their organs were sautéed for someone else’s fat.

Thank God that money of self-determination overflowed its banks during our epoch. I pray some spiritual agency will soon recall the frivolous crosses that we used to bury ourselves. Consumers could then rise to the memorable business of saving Caesar his rainy day.