Need to type up some notes so I can throw some paper out.

The smell of bradford pears and goose droppings...

Each idea with which we bind ourselves, each rule we design, each law we obey, is a construct. Our world, with its ideas of ownership, of money, of equal trade of money and worth, of companies, of stocks, of financial foul play; is a world of constructs built upon constructs, a Coruscant of ideas. To reach the ground, we must determine what is real and what is based upon it.