No Cash Value

It is a very satisfying feeling to complete an art piece. Especially one which is a continuation of my human being voice.

No Cash Value is representative of the life struggle of the delicate balance between materialism and spiritualism. How much is enough? How much do I give away to provide my family shelter? Or in everyday reality, when is a TV screen big enough?

If it is true "we can't take it with us", then why is so much time on Earth spent accumulating? Accumulating and consuming? Best said when my sister asked, "Have you ever seen a hearse towing a U-Haul on the way to the cemetery?"

But I am guilty of using the "hey, I got to eat" line when justifying spending the majority of my time on Earth making money. "Got to pay the rent," I echo.

All the while, I do so in a very measured effort, making sure I never forget to cross my Ts and dot my Is. Don't cross that line, especially don't even smudge it with that tempting toe. The evolution of a new politically correct world has tied a noose around my comedic mind.

Do I need to wait till death and then I will be able fly as a bird with complete abandonment? Or is this a possible earthly activity? I stand in line, pondering such a question, as an internal clock continues to tick with preciseness.

I do hear singing in the distance. A starting point? Hope.

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