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Lee Bressler's avatar

I think it's important to note that in your fishing rod example, you are using the fisherman as the end point. But you could think of the entire process up to the retail store that sells the fishing rod. Or the construction business or transportation business. Each of them is making a profit along the way to incentivize them. The owner of each of those businesses has roundabout processes that lead to them, and each of them is an endpoint of sorts.

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A Quiet Life


What a person desires in life
  is a properly boiled egg.
This isn't as easy as it seems.


There must be gas and a stove,
  the gas requires pipelines, mastodon drills,
  banks that dispense the lozenge of capital.


There must be a pot, the product of mines
  and furnaces and factories,
  of dim early mornings and night-owl shifts,
  of women in kerchiefs and men with
  sweat-soaked hair.


Then water, the stuff of clouds and skies
  and God knows what causes it to happen.
 There seems always too much or too little
  of it and more pipelines, meters, pumping
  stations, towers, tanks.


And salt—a miracle of the first order,
  the ace in any argument for God.
 Only God could have imagined from
 nothingness the pang of salt.


Political peace too. It should be quiet
  when one eats an egg. No political hoodlums
  knocking down doors, no lieutenants who are
  ticked off at their scheming girlfriends and
  take it out on you, no dictators posing as tribunes.


It should be quiet, so quiet you can hear
  the chicken, a creature usually mocked as a type
  of fool, a cluck chained to the chore of her body.


Listen, she is there, pecking at a bit of grain
  that came from nowhere.

Poem Copyright 2008, Baron Wormser.

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