Even with the US Rupiah’s 98% devaluation since the Federal Reserve’s birth in 1913, $120 million would be a nice sum of copper for mere mortals struggling from paycheck to paycheck.
The quintessential image of modernity’s angst reminds me of three lines from Savitri:
All is too little the world can give:
Its power and knowledge are the gifts of Time
And cannot fill the spirit’s sacred thirst.
Modernity is materialistic and unless we turn our attention around 180 degrees and start acknowledging qualitative Unity, we will continue sinking into Pluto’s perpetual darkness, where the Scream is so loud you cannot escape.
The Scream’s volume is increasing all the time because we are eating ourselves to death.