Consequently, Descarte's Ghost (see above for a life-like sketch) keeps up its miserable
hauntings. Death can mean nothing when life is merely a portal, a release from
physicality into a spiritual purity. Like all religions before it,
dogmatic Enlightenment breeds nihilism and inhumane
metaphysics, each of which have human and
physical costs far beyond their worth.
But value has been obscured by money,
the omniscient, omnipresent
arbiter of all values.

Watch for the ghost.

It makes its appearance everytime
 we think that our thoughts are somehow separate
from us, from what we do, who we talk to,
and what we are.