Last night I dreamt I was in a land far far away, where donuts grew on dogs´ tails and the streets were paved with gold.
In this land they had cures for aaall the diseases you didn´t even know you had. Actually, the cures miraculously made you realize you had the disease all along. (when I say all diseases I mean all except for obesity)
This land had so many names for the same things that after a while it was hard to remember the name for everything, so instead of saying it, people would point out to what they wanted, they would throw a magic card into the air and that card would turn into money, would replace the desired object and catapult it into your arms.
This land was based on dreams and visions of a better future, deemed by many to be new age utopias, but after several hundreds of years (not too many, but enough to prove some wrong) it had kept functioning, well at times, limping at others.
And many people, wide awake, would dream of this land too, and their daydream would haunt them at night until suddenly, there was no limit, no barrier between the daydreams and the night dreams and their visions got engulfed into the Dream.
The bubble grew, and grew… and the people in it kept treading their hamster treadmills.
This all works… until the bubble pops…and until they stop smiling…But bubbles can be blown back into the air, reality bursts can be fixed in time. So who are we to wake them up or try to prick their dreams with a needle?
Who is to say that we aren´t the ones living on the wrong side?
We´re the old dreamers. Classic style, snobbish, traditionalist, history-filled proud nations.
We think “yeah, so they´re a big power, but we know better, cause we´re older”. Hmmm.
Better give them some credit for what they can do. (like influencing the state of world economy when they have no “credit”)
Right wrong, wrong right, black and white and shades of gray..
who are we to judge, who are we to say.