Galatea's Thesis

Narrated 'claim' of why Earthling-life links capitalism 'view' with the myth of Galatea...and Romanticism's book.

A tale featuring the hypnosis-sculpture myth of Galatea. Thanks for reading! 

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I was at a super market in the American Homeland one glorious Saturday AM when I beheld the vision of a rather glowing lady-hawk whom I thought was some kind of Galatea for me. You know the myth of Galatea, the gorgeous femme-sculpture who seemed to come-to-life for her artist-creator male and drew in him a special Romanticism for that 'image' of consciousness-unfurled. That's what I felt that Saturday when I considered why she was some kind of 'angel' of heroics, delivering me from some post-9/11 era Earthling ('American') paranoia of everyday-life worry or frailty for invasion, terror, shock, or dodecahedrons. I thought about a Selfie-commentary culture of 'treasure-islands' dialysis (for the Ego).

What would I do? I'm a telemarketer in my working-life and a bank-robber in my double-life. That's right, friend, I'm a self-proclaimed Robin Hood of sorts, seeking blood-diamond operations to swap (rumored/insured) conflict-zone gems from bank-boxes (Ion-company) with eco-capitalism hygiene messaged glass-animal toys to create (Interpol-relation?) commerce-consciousness securities for 'confidence' theater in the West (American Homeland). I'd become one of those 'nerdists' of socialized dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

BANK MANAGER: This guy was dressed as a Scarecrow on Halloween Day.

DETECTIVE: He had a street-theater performance prop water-rifle (acid-filled)?

BANK MANAGER: He burned the bank-box (Ion-company) and placed glass-toys.

DETECTIVE: Rumored/stored conflict-zone gems smuggled from Sierra Leone?
BANK MANAGER: That's the street-gossip concerning the insured treasures, sir.

DETECTIVE: You wish to remain secret/veiled for Ion's 'cinema' expressions?

BANK MANAGER: Sounds-dialysis; for the Ego.

Had Galatea become real (to me)? Was she a ghost-specter image of a lady-hawk I beheld at that 'fantastic' super market in the West (American Homeland) that Saturday's AM and thought her to be my life-heroine for muse-inspirations for vigilante/capitalism defenses for the Ego? I crafted a youth-friendly vigilante-doodle of urban heroics, likening my 'Galatea' to the lady-hawk at the super market I crossed-paths with that Saturday (wow). Would she ground me in my life and draw in me some magical Romanticism, as the myth suggested, as she had for her artist-sculptor of the old Earth? I thought about why capitalism engendered a special 'leviathan' for all things simplified dodecahedrons (for the erasure).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)