Prosperity comes not on the fashion plate or in the reflections in the windows that make us look so, checkable, as we walk by them. Prosperity is not found in the windows at all. It is never found if it is something that can be measured or specified. It cannot be expressed properly except through art or the artful interpretation of some fabulous thing; individual and true from the heart and soul and mind of its creator.
The design of this type, this real type of prosperity; he may draw inspiration from this un-real reality we all feed on and thrive on like magots to a rotting corpse on the side of a steep and rocky mountain. He may not. None the less, the designer then will always make the signs his own drawing from the playable spectrum where the bounds become boundless and all stress and agony is let loose to fly away into the soundless un-energy of subsidence and dismay. This is prosperity on our side of the mountain and it soothes the soul inside in our forever times in calm. LLc 98.2
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