The complete history of power and its calculator named money

There was heaven and it went by many names for many things and for many people.

Everyone was different , and nobody cared about that at all.

The ecology was in perfect balance , and man and machine had reached perfect symbiosis too.

There was too much food for the people. Not all fruit from the trees would be harvested by humans, but a lot of it would just stay available for animals large and small. Seen and unseen , as it would fall to the ground and be reabsorbed in that gigantic sponge full of life that the trees would stand in , not on.

Storms still existed , because they’re part of the equilibrium and trees still fell down because of them. Rocks would still slide from mountains when earthquakes happened. Dangerous places still existed, and those could more around depending on time and the environment.

But there was much more room where shelter would be relatively easy to create for oneself and their closest loved oned. Paying attention to everything to be watchfull of what was going on was the most important way of staying alive , in combination with learning how to maintain the tools and structures that would provide those basic safeties.

Children couldn’t do these things yet, so they were guided and shown how to do all these things, but there wasn’t that much to teach them about all that stuff by the the time they were 6. But at that age they just didn’t have the size yet to be able to safely travel the forests and mountains, since there were plenty of big animals that would still be very dangerous to them, that wouldn’t be to adults that payed a little bit of attention.

So they could learn and pratice more and more things as they grew into adulthood , which was something that was obviously shown when that was by a combination of their bodies completely changing and their behaviour and skills.

And then came those… Who couldn’t grow up.

It’s not quite clear if it all started with one of them cracking their head open as they blindly fell into a cliff as they chased a butterfly. Or if they ate some bad mushrooms and thought they could fly. Maybe some of them had the bad fortune of eating something bad because they didn’t ask anything from anyone although they could have. There were always plenty of people about that could explain the differnce between the different edible and un-edible things. The dangerous and the non dangerous places. How to build and maitain shelter and environment easily, in stead of stupidly and destructively.

But still… there they were. They were called the ones who refused to grow up. Since they were always the result of accidents and storms and such… nobody really blamed them for it, and did their best to support them. Even though they contributed nothing to anyone. But there was much love in heaven , and there was too much of everything anyways so that’s just how it should be done and there was no much discussion about that between the people.

They were incredibly easy to identify because they couldn’t really do much , except yell and point to be people that they were wrong about that thing that was working perfectly and they never did or could do. They stopped learning from the second they had what they could think of, which was only filled by the things they could now sea and take from others, since they never had anything for themselves.

Some would grow out of again after accidents… but some would remain that way for the rest of their lives.

Some would even get SO bad that they would have the leave the community since they were constantly hurting people for no apparent reason than the desire to hurt people since everyone around them loved everyone and could do all these things while they couldnt . Those loving people would even provide everything for them as they made seperate places for them to be.

The ones who couldn’t learn would sometimes gather amongst themselves… and then… at some fatefull dark moment in the history of our time…

One of them invented a word called : Power!

One of them said to another one that they just completely not understood what all those horribly smiling people were babbling about when they used words like love.

Another of them agreed and came up with the idea that they should also have a word that means absolutely nothing while it’s the thing that they all do.

And since all they wanted to do was hurt people , and noone else seemed to want to do that… they would need to come up with a word for that. And they called it… “Power”.

As soon as they came up with that word they knew they were on to something , because the more they said it, and the louder they yelled it, the more they just wanted to smash someone skull in with a rock.

And so they did…. They went back to the others and started smashing some skulls in, steal their food and throw them out of their shelters, just to let them decay but that was okay because then they could just go to another one and do that whole thing all over again.

Untill they came across a shelter where that already happened ofcourse. Then there would be longer episodes of trying to crack each others skull open with rocks.

Sometimes that happened , Sometimes nobody won , since both sides were equally not learning anything at all and they were equally good at that.

And that’s how hell was invented. Hell was the places where those people lived. They lived to crack skulls open with rocks and would practice on eachother.

They would constantly need to steal and take everything since they can’t learn and can’t do.

But they do love to count their rocks… That’s for sure.

Others use them to build things , but they only use them to crack skulls with and then take and use the things made out of those rocks by the skulls they just cracked.

And then came more words. But the ones who can’t learn already had trouble remembering the few words they did know.
And the ones that could learn just kept making up all these words for more things as they did more and more beautifull an better things that the ones who can’t learn couldn’t stand.

But they did need to steal and destroy them of course.

They loved counting rocks to smash skulls with , and they loved to count and compare amongst eachother how many they cracked, and how many things they had destroyed and stolen. But all those things had different names and where different things and that would make their head hurt.

So they needed just one word for the result of their power… just one… because anything else would be too hard to remember.

They called it “Money” and hell was now something they made sure never went anywhere.

They didn’t come up with this word. They had heard the ones who learn things use it too. But always when it came to complicated things , and that was just too much for the ones who couldn’t learn.

And the word had such a nice ring to it if you said it fast and continuously…

moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoney.

That stuff just didn’t stop anymore.

Welcome to hell.

Just like heaven, it went by many names for many things and for many people.

And so this story has many copies.

A long time ago… In a galaxy far, far away…