The best of us and the rest of us were up at the newly expanded Rim of the grand canyon. They were doing it wrong, the expansion I mean.

But they did have one good little coffee place plus bookstore, and on a shelf prominently displayed was a big picture book about a magical place where they were doing it right.

It was called the Arenas Valley and that’s a place in the real world, even though its nowhere near as magical in real life as it was in the dream.

So I drove us there of course, and what I found was a revelation.

The book had told how Arenas had become a net alternative-energy supplier.

The revelation was about what that abundance had in turn produced.

Crumbling hotels restored to past glory, but as indoor farmer’s markets.

Mostly inhabited by artisans instead of farmers.

There were philosophers too.

From Cynics to Socialists.

A world that should be instead of the one we have, even if only a fool would say that.