Monkeys in Shoes

The pursuit of a new world order is a noble, exhausting, and fundamentally sweaty business.

You might assume that when I’m not re-engineering global finance or architecting the human operating system, I’m brooding over bourbon in a mahogany study. The truth involves far more synthetic fur than any self-respecting social architect should admit to in public.

While staring at the cracks in the world’s financial and behavioral engines, I am frequently trying to remember why I walked into a grocery store dressed as a mythological creature. My absurdist yoga is as loud as my wife's diligence in documenting my steady descent into ... well, you'll see.

As far as I'm concerned, true consciousness is realizing the universe is a cosmic prank and that it's better to go down swimming in the nonsense than drowning in your own seriousness.

If we're going to try and build something better—something kinder—we have to start by embracing that we're all just monkeys in shoes.

It's a short trip from the sublime to the ridiculous, and I’ve decided to make the commute in a unicorn onesie.

So, before we get back to the white papers and changing world order, let’s take sixty-six seconds to acknowledge the reality: Life is short, the world is strange, and I have a documented history of riding stuffed animals through retail establishments.

Be kind. Have fun. See you on the other side.