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The Homeless and their Shopping Carts

I had this odd epiphany as I was walking to breakfast this morning.  I saw a homeless person pushing a shopping cart, a fairly common site, sadly.  But what I realized was the peculiar significance of it all.  In this nation of capitalism, where shopping is king, the fact that the homeless use the very same shopping carts as their mechanism for transporting the items they are picking off the "shelves" of the real world, seems a little ironic.  Or something.  This thought should have included the equivalent of them "checking out" with the goods they've collected, but...  I don't instantly see that analogous part.

Another little epiphany I had years ago, which was divinely beautiful in its subtlety so much so that I doubt anyone else will appreciate it...  I was in London working, and I was going out to the courtyard to have lunch with some friends, and I had brought a magazine, and as I stepped outside some of those little cards they stick in the magazine so you can subscribe to it (and to their sister publications) fell out, and I was suddenly struck by how that parallels some sort of reproduction in nature, like seeds falling from a tree/plant.  Each card has the potential to spawn new subscriptions, and their being loose and falling out of the magazine is key to their being noticed, picked up, and ultimately filled out and mailed in for the cycle of magazine life to continue.