The carnival that is our current culture is about to reach an explosive end, I expect. For, the enemy of humanity that emerges in every generation as a beast- that demands worship- is being exposed.

There is nothing innocent in this representation of power, that is the Spirit behind Wall Street. It’s a beast that monitors children, eyeing her for value. That is how humanity is oppressed, when we are viewed in terms of profit. How best may humanity serve its powerful master? The beast wonders.

Arguably the little girl is standing there as a pawn. Guilty ones suggest she is noble in her position! See how she rules over danger!

Are then we to believe a child is left to govern passions men are not capable of controlling? Greed, lust for power, control and domination? That’s a little girl’s job? What a thankless wilderness of a culture we have become if that is true.

Where are the men? The grownups- male or female? Even if you are not sure of your identity you may see this robust expression of Wall Street’s greed disturbing and deceitful??

The little girl is bait. She is looking at the beast entertaining mastering the creature. That is the suggestion, I believe. Her stance suggests defiance. But running for safety would be a more normal response, for she is outmatched by size a thousands times.

Like Frodo and the ring of power, perhaps we all imagine we can master it? People lament: “Why can’t we have power to do all the good we want to do? “

Good? By Whose definition of good shall we govern ourselves??

The bronze beast is tempting her to its allurements: position and power that is Un-mastered, servant to none. Otherwise, he would not be suggesting he is going to eat a small child right on Main Street for all to see. Shamelessly self-glorying beasts are by nature.

The girl’s mother must be busily working from morning to night, like men used to have to do- often at thankless work- to keep the empire going. Mother’s don’t let their children play with dangerous bulls with no moral restraints to subdue it’s pleasurable pursuits. The bull is enjoying the illusion of a power struggle. She is a toy, a means to an end of making us all it’s slaves, I believe. Maybe she is heroic, too. I hope so!

It’s a perverse, powerful, vain, and dangerous beast. And, perhaps in a way we have all been blinded by its illusions. Otherwise, why Have we allowed it to reign for so long?

The beast has got to go. Any right-minded soul sees that. Now all we need is a more powerful Ally…