Onus Imperitus

the stars made many noises keepign me awake and uncircumstantial, these by the way of trillions of exploding suns, across the night sky the light speaking to me from the many rays of sources of energy the cause and end of ascendent existence, and in this new wave the solar winds calmed me and I tried to sleep, with what is unknown, as my eyes sheild me better than intented, seeing what I believe, believing what I see, sitting and rembering all the times I'd slept, how my body rests on this rock of a planet, realizing my gravity i fell asleep and try to experience my memories sitting in daylight;

there is a new way to see the invisible, catching the imaginary and letting creatures evolve unexpectedly, conflict of great projections to toy with the emotions of the young, not a laff other than me, as i would chase magic and battle evil as a child, before the windows were opened, escaping to hide from monsters and report them to allies, many years ago, and now oft nigh on rare lest the ocassional demon or angel lofts about dangerously, for i began to let them apace as long as i can remember and naming them, and now I name you, and now there are still monsters of this world just as my dreams, laughing at themselves as only the innocent should, and some would call this game foolish and evil, are my dreams the things of evil and platitude, we shall see;

fighting to stay awayk at this point, the fear that gravity would hold me while the dragons approach kept me running, thoughtless, and now a fear that a perception holds any flaw is keeping embittered liberal creatures in this wasteland of callous skepticism and thunderous guesses to their giving of hasty platitudes, so much that they fight each other in this desert that slowly burdens the mind and sands of time, yet as they do they paint themselves inside out to collectively peck each others' eyes out, as i sit in the sun the colors of warmth from the sun on my face, on this planet, foretting which way gravity prefers, in the moments between moments as the rain has the right idea;





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Nothing Tangible Is Worthless

Assignment Question:
For the average worker, does higher productivity result in higher wages? Clearly, higher wages means a higher standard of living. Is there a relationship between GDP and the average earnings of workers? Discuss the advantages and disadvantages of teleworking for employees.

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Productivity creates wages, wages create jobs, mandating jobs for the single goal of production do not create wages. Growing production lowers the value commodities, which serves the purpose of progress for social enterprises, but offers levels of artificial subsidized activity, often known as an industrial complex. A system of market commodity values that balance in direct conjunction with wages duly of productivity, commonly referred to as capitalism, is what survives.

Wages increase with the advent of profit from market activity in this regard, not from mere productivity despite the privatized outliers. In which private property, for instance private-sector corporate ownership, is the only effectively true form of worker-owned institutions, by means of their production leverage. This in regards to GDP only holds leverage while consumers (and likewise workers) are allowed to have capitalism, balanced by business being able to set the price (fairly in regards to anti-trust laws), balanced by absence of both subsidy and over-taxation of any income level ultimately leading to currency inflation, which further creates wage detriment. 

Teleworking is flexible and limiting. Distances closed by teleworking increase efficiency and thus the related activities, but is different to open human interaction, which by any aspect is communication that is susceptible to losses in translation opposed to physical work environments, and the aptitude available of teleworking when responses to activities either cannot be done or are impeded by static limitations.

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