Raving

“Alright! Alright!” He said, standing and louder than he

had intended, suddenly frozen in the silence that flooded

into his empty seat. He’d been quiet for quite a while,

and the crowd in the quaint establishment had filed out,

or fallen silent, but with an unknown number of attentions

paid to it, he sat back down, and without further invitation

from his tablemates, he spouted, “Markets, men. Its markets.

There were tribes. There were settlements. There were

civilizations. There were sects. There were states and nations,

and nation states, and now there’s markets.” “And coalitions,”

another added. He pointed at the remark. “And they may not

have to bomb every frontier they conquer,” he said, and fell silent again.