Bring it on...

Not quite without an imagined or feigned nonchalence, I found myself thinking recently that what this world needs, as the Joker so rightly pointed out, is an enema.
I'm not sure what form of philosophy this raids, but I have long felt that a good solid crisis is what the globe's population requires in order to really get its priorities right. After all, when it's all said and done, and we're wiping the atomic dust from our shelter-issue goggles, you can't eat money. Our bank statements may, at a pinch and a lot of balsamic vinegar, provide limited sustenance, but that's about it. The true value of things is only really determined when the collection of nervy knee-jerk reactions that control the amount of money we have to spend on living finally give up twitching for us.
The questions we can't really answer any more are: What's a loaf of bread worth? What am I worth? If you take away the money system, what do you really own?
It strikes me at this time in our society's history that we have finally and inexorably realised that you cannot get an infinite amount of something from a finite amount of nothing.
Something's gotta give, and if it produces a species that finally works out the true value of being able to survive, then I say bring it on...