The Parable of the Tokens and the Common Wealth

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The Parable of the Tokens and the Common Wealth

By Cliff

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In a land surrounded by mountains, there was a village where the people lived by farming, building, and caring for one another. Long ago, the elders had created tokens of clay, marked with the seal of the village, to help the people trade fairly and work together.

One day, the people asked the elders, “Where do the tokens come from?”

And the elders said, “We make them. We issue them so that the village may have what it needs — food, shelter, learning, and care. If someone builds a bridge, or teaches a child, or heals the sick, we give them tokens in return.”

“But what of taxes?” the people asked.

The elders replied, “We collect some tokens back, not because we need them, but so that the tokens will be valued. We require a tax, and to pay it, the people must accept tokens in return for their labour. Thus the tokens circulate.”

“And where do the taxed tokens go?” someone asked.

“They are destroyed,” said the elders. “We break them and cast them into the fire. For they have served their purpose. They have drawn forth the work of the people, and now they return to dust.”

The people were astonished.

“But why not take back all the tokens?” asked a merchant.

“Because,” said the elders, “if we take back as many as we give, then no tokens remain among the people. They could not trade or save or build. So we leave more in your hands than we collect — not by accident, but by design.”

And so the people understood:

That spending comes first, for without tokens, no one can pay taxes.

That taxes give value, but do not fund the elders' work.

That destroyed tokens do not limit what the village can do, for new tokens can always be made.

And that the surplus of tokens in the hands of the people is not a problem, but a blessing — so long as it does not grow too large and bring inflation.

Years passed, and the village prospered.

But one year, a fearful man cried out, “The elders spend too much! They will run out of tokens!”

The people grew anxious. They hoarded tokens and stopped working. The fields went untended, and the homes fell into disrepair.

Then an old woman rose and said, “You forget. The tokens are made by the elders. They cannot run out. But the true wealth of the village is not in tokens. It is in our time, our hands, and our care for one another.”

The people remembered her words, and once again the tokens flowed, not too many and not too few. The village flourished, not because it was rich in tokens, but because it understood what tokens were for.


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