Who runs the world?

Who and what runs the world? Money? Too generic. Landlords? Capitalistic lords? Tech companies? Propaganda? The politics? All of the above?

So the world is run by a multitude of influences and powers, all part of a system. What is power, then? It is a decision point in the system—a point with some degree of freedom; a screw some can tighten or loosen. Like any screw, it will be irrelevant if one unscrews it entirely or tightens it to the point of rupture.

Power is not only the action, but the room for action one has.

Time is each of our universal power. Action in time is the manifestation of the will. Power is not only what happens when you press the red button, but the ability to press it. Everybody is pressing their buttons in the cacophony we call the world.

There is no common music; we need a director and a symphonic partition. We have neither. We don’t even have the right instruments, nor even the concert room for it. For now, our world is an unhinged ball of bullshit rolling in the mud of the forest, downhill toward a crash with a big tree or into the abyss from a cliff.

How would we overcome and create a whip with a piece of cow shit?