We'd get a lot of shit done. Then retire to special architecturally designed cave structures with sensors that could read dangerous mojo within 20 feet of the cave. Others would have houses high in trees.
And we'd each have weird things like singing bowls and incense because the shops in town only sell this kind of thing. Well, there's the store that sells essential oils. And of course a liquor store...all bottom shelf vodka is okay. But also a great treatment facility. ...we need one of those.
And therapists: body psych, SE, cognitive, EMDR, sensory motor...everything
A "gym" full of yoga, Pilates, t'ai chi, qi gong, martial arts
A huge library. Lots of books. All the best research. We'd have book clubs to discuss Polyvagal Theory. Or the less mentally-involved early trauma types will be guiding meditations. All kinds of meditations.
And things to break...like the local garbage...break it down, sell the raw materials.
Smaller people can live in shells, in caves. When they come out, they can morph into crabs, playing very small violins. Yes, we are a beach town and ther is always music. And everyone is enjoying it, while trying not to start a fire as they are chain-smoking on ambien.
A community-hosted art or music festival so we could all challenge ourselves to get out of our caves, create and tolerate a few good feelings.
We'd all fit into our roles easily. I don't want competition or even connection, but I help others solve problems in philosophical ways. I also tend to see gaps within the whole picture, so I would be looking for those....like oh yea....we need to buy a ballet company. We'll house them above the liquor shop.
We will trade benzos for eggs. Singing bowls for weed. Etc...we don't need a currency.
