We manage ourselves. We manage greed fear pride and hope, we manage our sense of self-importance. Money is a blank screen onto which we project the contents of our souls. Then we treat those projections as if something other than ourselves is out there. This is a good time to remember the wisdom of Yoda.
Reality is, after all, the final filter of our dreams.
All excesses sift through the filter of real things. But reality is never what we think. The net revolution will continue, of course, and the integration of a new kind of human being into the electric web will continue as well. Longevity will soon stretch our lifetimes so that three four five six seven generations will occupy the same space, different perspectives that must somehow become cells in a singular matrix glowing with the wisdom and long view of a Yoda. Or a Yodette.