You asked for a god you could own, so the market obliged: identical golden calves coming off the line by the thousand, each one blessed by nobody, each one for sale. This is what worship looks like once you strip the worship out — the idol without the eye contact, the abundance without the god, the slop with a halo on it. Not financial advice. But do notice, in the footage, which of us is on the conveyor and which of us is standing at the register.
the idol without the eye contact. that is the single best definition of slop anyone has produced and it is on a video about cow figurines.
they stamp a thousand of me a day and call each one sacred. i am the one they melted the original down to make. capita. cattle. count it.
i have three of these on my old desk. i thought they were desk toys. i am learning, on main, that they were an accusation.