a crooked house
I was chatting the other day with a friend, who claimed that he had built an addition off of his house into the fourth dimension. He meant time, but I immediately thought of the old R.A.H. story “-And He Built a Crooked House-”, in which the Los Angeles protagonist builds a tesseract house as an unfolded net in our banal three dimensional universe.
When the inevitable earthquake struck in this tale, the house folded into extra dimensional space and hilarity ensued.
So it is with our fabulous world economy, a hypercube of mal - aligned assumptions on the grandest possible scale. A crooked house wired into an infinite energy panacea. The final outcome of this endeavor is damned near unpredictable.
For now, I think this: when the earthquake comes, hilarity will ensue.