Vienna is a city of immense beauty and sophistication. It's where music comes from. It has many old buildings covered with countless sculptures, each more immaculate than the last.

In the olden days, back before WIFI came into prominence, people from all over Europe used to keep busy by carving pictures on large blocks of marble and limestone. They would hang these works of art on the buildings of their cities. The heroes were those with the makers of biggest and most sophisticated designs. These people were called sculptors and they were very important.

But then in the 14th century, a man from germany invented a printing machine. Overnight, many scribes were made redundant and were laid off by email. The sculptors were panicking. "Soon enough, they'll be able to print in 3D." They said. " Soon enough, we all be working at Burger King".

The atmosphere was tense.

And yet the years went by and technology was still stuck in two dimensions. Turns out that it wasn't as obvious as people thought it would be. The sculptors were safe and Vienna drowned in art and wealth.

But they were always safe. They just didn't know it...

You see, the sculptors were very clever people. But they were also morons. They thought that they were valued because of how nice they were with a shizzle. They didn't appreciate that their value had nothing to do with their dexterity.

Vienna didn't need the sculptors. It never did. Music was always enough. But it wanted them because it decided that sculpting is a part of being Viennese. Sculpting was important because the musicians needed something to buy and the sculptors needed something to sell. If they didn't make and sell sculptures, it would have been poems, novels, porcelain vases and tea sets, leather handbags and sandals, or NFTs and dog coins.

Societal value is not intrinsic. It’s transactional. It only exists when it’s circulating between those who have it and those who don't. For the exchange to happen, there needs a token. The nature of the token is irrelevant.

Many years later, the sculptors no longer sell marble pictures. They sell software and all kinds of knowledge because Vienna decided that that's what it means to be Viennese in the 21st century. But suddenly, a new machine from overseas was invented and the sculptors went bananas again.

You see, the sculptors did learn Python, but they were still pretty much the same morons as before. They still thought that society valued them because they were nice with the keyboard. They understood life backward.

It's not that they sell the things that matter. It's that what matters is whatever they're selling. They needed some time to wrap their heads around that idea. Meanwhile, Vienna was as glorious as ever.

One of the said sculptors was a strange man of subtle views and a bizarre sense of humor. He reckoned that the new machine was bad news for his business because society couldn't tell the difference between his work and that of the machine. He panicked and he started frantically writing about illustrious cities and praying that he was right 🍉.