plutonic
[0] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fraktur#After_1941
[1] https://mathoverflow.net/questions/87627/fraktur-symbols-for...
You're welcome ^_^
It might also be the lack of breaks too, but who knows.
On top of this, once you use up all your glycogen, your body enters a period of autophagy which causes disfunctioning cells and protein fragments to become broken down and reused. This causes your body to function more efficiently, including your brain.
Not that I disagree with your sentiment. Just, there are non-trivial problems w.r.t. taxing wealth, as opposed to taxing income (which is probably already being paid in fungible, liquid, dollar bills).
[0] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_villages_in_Massachu...
[0] https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/9kek83/linkedin-data-scra...
[0] https://www.amazon.com/Mic-Lock-Microphone-Blocker-Pack-Surv...
Can One Be a Hegelian Today?
I was speaking with regards to American society under UBI, not the current day.
[0] https://slatestarcodex.com/2014/07/30/meditations-on-moloch/
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The Men That Don't Fit In [0] By Robert W. Service
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him, And now is the time to laugh. Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost; He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; He's a man who won't fit in.
[0] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58012/the-men-that-do...