product.
Financial products.
Sheets of paper, derivatives, numbers, servers, computers, shares of a company, physically nothing, virtually nothing.
Yet one is paid to "create" it. And one is told to trade it. Other words; one is paid to "create" it in a brokerage system of a certain brokerage firm so clients can "trade" it within the brokerage system. So another one makes a commission out of it. There are those who follow up on services, further sales, paper work, authorizing loans, update prices; basically an entire service industry. One knows one holds "how many products." And the products have got the power. They can make you cry, they can make you rich.
But. The ontological nature of the so-called products. Nothing physical. When a carpenter creates a table at least someone can eat on it. Luxury products are created so vanity desires can be fulfilled, or so certain people can pretend to have class. Some sort of functional purpose is attached. So I suppose the functional purpose of financial products is to directly increase one's monetary worth, not necessarily wealth.
So you wonder. You work until late night every night just so that physically non-existent products can be created and traded in the brokerage system. You work until late night just so the transition to a new brokerage system can be smooth. You work until late night in the name of a firm, for that mutual contract according to which you function. You work until late night in honor of your sense of responsibility. For what?
Imagine if everyone dies tomorrow. Just imagine. A chair would still be a chair. A television would still be a television. At least physically. Tree would still be a tree. Financial products, hard to find, but they are there somewhere, supposedly.
But there, the key. When everyone dies, a chair will lose its existential meaning. Yes it is a physical product. It will continue to exist for a while when everyone dies, but the fact that it is called a chair will no longer be meaningful. A tree, well, would still be a tree, living perhaps. It might have been a product, it might not have been. But it would no longer matter.
So at the heart of products, physical or non-physical, is human conscience. They exist only in the human mind and nothing else. They have functional purpose only in the human mind, and nothing else. The intersubjectivitiy of things. Just like in the tunnels and pathways of a metro station. Imagine if one takes away all signs of the tunnels and pathways of all metro stations tomorrow. No one would have a single clue which way to go. But then there is habit and routine the savior, and therefore human conscience.
Financial products. And so you tell yourself. At least it means something to certain people, and supposedly that is all that matters. Supposedly.
So you wonder. You work until late night every night just so that physically non-existent products can be created and traded in the brokerage system. You work until late night just so the transition to a new brokerage system can be smooth. You work until late night in the name of a firm, for that mutual contract according to which you function. You work until late night in honor of your sense of responsibility. For what?
Imagine if everyone dies tomorrow. Just imagine. A chair would still be a chair. A television would still be a television. At least physically. Tree would still be a tree. Financial products, hard to find, but they are there somewhere, supposedly.
But there, the key. When everyone dies, a chair will lose its existential meaning. Yes it is a physical product. It will continue to exist for a while when everyone dies, but the fact that it is called a chair will no longer be meaningful. A tree, well, would still be a tree, living perhaps. It might have been a product, it might not have been. But it would no longer matter.
So at the heart of products, physical or non-physical, is human conscience. They exist only in the human mind and nothing else. They have functional purpose only in the human mind, and nothing else. The intersubjectivitiy of things. Just like in the tunnels and pathways of a metro station. Imagine if one takes away all signs of the tunnels and pathways of all metro stations tomorrow. No one would have a single clue which way to go. But then there is habit and routine the savior, and therefore human conscience.
Financial products. And so you tell yourself. At least it means something to certain people, and supposedly that is all that matters. Supposedly.
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