Tutor, I asked my Senior Spiritual Advisor, and Dungeon Master to the Stars in Wealth Bondage Emeritus, how can we use the liberal arts and religious traditions or sociology and anthropology to create gods, or the equivlant, that are transformative of our own net worth, as well as the culture?
Phil, my Moral Mentor, helpfully explained, this art, black art or white art, is well advanced. You might look into Human Centered Design at Stanford, for example, or the glowing Newtonian yet Edenic logo on the handiwork of Steve Jobs, owner of the greatest yatch ever built by a Mogul dying young. The elements from which brands, cults, gods are created are quite well understood. Narrative comes into it, a story of self, society, and the urgency of now. Networks and the social identity of the Self comes into it. The transluscence of the eternal in the particular. Stories of choice, heroism, and resolution. All of this can be adapted by second rate minds whether in political speech writing, the world of commerce or that of, say, fundraising, to the understanding and the confused yearnings of less gifted people, and the Bottom Billion, who can at least afford some cut down version of meaning. In so doing, self, society, and net worth can be transformed by the Leader in creating intellectual property and brand equity. This is the double or triple bottom line of which you may have heard from, say, Ned McGlimmerson. The Good as he says is Indivisible, as it was for, say, Plato, or The Council of Nicea. Profit + Ownership = Networth = Virtue. Up is good. Up in ranks and dominions, as with the angels or in corporate life. Closest to the most high is closest to the god at the top. In Ned's dreams of advancement and in the reality of those he, as we, must serve. She who rules us all. Mistress Candidia. Good to bone. The Bitch Goddess of Success. She who turns Fortune's Wheel. The Queen of Wealth Bondage. Transformed in partnership with those our firm serves for a Higher Purpose. The creation of meaning through money and vice versa. In the mystery of good gone viral. The disease hailed as the cure, and vaccine administered so young, and so often, the eye put out by the blind healer, the mind closed by the stultified teacher, whether at Harvard or Stanford, lest we be blinded by the light best used as a lantern to project the slides, one bullet at a time, for Proven Results.
I could learn so much from Tutor, if only I had time, and could keep him reasonably sober. With the recent layoffs in Wealth Bondage, though, I am busier than ever building the brand, transforming myself and humanity, and now pruning and manuring the rose bushes in my Leader's private garden, as well as writing her speeches through which she connects with and galvanizes the best in all of us. She grew up poor, you know, trapped in a gangly male body, black, and only through Faith in Free Markets and a good education at Harvard Business School, and the best in modern medicine, was she transformed into the "living" horror we know now as our Goddess. The Dead will rise. Creating further competition for jobs, I am afraid.
