I've been out and around on the internet, looking over the financial situation as well as the political situation worldwide. The thing that strikes me harder than anything is that people are hoarding, but many of them are hoarding the wrong thing.
What good will it do to have a stash of gold bars if you can't get a loaf of bread? A few seeds can be the difference between life and death in a future scene. What is it about gold?
I've never coveted gold or silver or even a lot of money. I've only wanted an abundance of the things that life should be giving all of us: Good food, clean water, fresh air. Trees, grass, birds. A measure of peaceful solitude, which is as necessary to the human soul as water is to the human body.
Gold? I don't want it. I'll take my little garden and the robins that have returned. I'll take the bright colors of an early morning and the green of the grass, even if it has to grow through the sidewalk crack.
You can have you gold. You can't wear it. It won't soothe your tired eyes. You can't drink it. You can't eat it.