A Journey in Words
Here is where it starts and where it ends. New cycles, taking us around and around again. I am the queen of recycling, it seems - I am the best at getting things started up again, if not finishing them. This is good, though - at least I know how to start.
Let's go back in time to an era of Asia when things were less defined, where the word "borders" meant a lot less than it does now. Even today, though, some parts of Asia don't understand the concept of land ownership, of a human being able to possess a section of the earth. It seems ridiculous when you think about it, that something like a planet could be claimed, carved up, and divided into belongings that go to a particular person. How is that even possible? The truth is, it's probably not, but we have a go anyway, because that's the easiest way to make money, to sell land that we do not even own. How does that cycle begin? Who is the first person to claim ownership on something, to draw a border on it? One would think it is a government, and then the government is arrogant enough to think it owns something and has the right to sell that something. And then the cycle continues the next time someone needs money.