The beginning, and how I got here

I've been thinking for a long time about civilization, and money, and what things might be like if things were done differently.

I read Snow Crash (way back in the 90's I think) and pondered the long middle section about myths and language and why we think so differently than people long ago.

I ran across articles about people who do without money at all, and about the last remnants of the "uncivilized", who see us as slaves.

And today I read Ishmael by Daniel Quinn for the first time. I sit here and regard Ishmael and what he tells me and it all falls into place.

I feel like there's enough I want to say that a blog might be the place to say it. So here I am.