The price of any finite resource uncapped will tend towards infinite, the price of any infinite resource will tend towards zero. And all extending tautologies in like proportion. We find the Sun currently charges us £0 per unit of energy. This is surely a disastrous price, leaving God no taxable income to pay His telepathy bill. But maybe He has hedged His shares.
The corporation that is a Lily, on closer consideration, toils under the Sun unto Death, and has done so ever since being new. It is taxed at every step of entropy, to be redistributed in wider society, of which it has been suggested there is no such thing.
Sellers prefer high prices, buyers prefer low prices - we can but wonder why - but all agree such fuel is ultimately best placed in large overground bunkers known as property, to remain unused, as recommended by any misreading of the parable of the talents.
To pay for land once, - when it is already there - is absurd, to pay for it infinitely begs forgiveness beyond humanity. Perhaps this money could be better spent, without the Earth vanishing. But what profit a man if he loses the whole world? Perhaps, if not paid for infinitely, all houses would instantly fall down, like the walls of Jericho, as play those with the loudest trumpets. We need not dance like rats to this fantasy Pied Piper.
Fleas who have successfully hallucinated they own the dog, by divine right of ancestry, and not a little wrath when questioned, require the backing of force when childish superstition alone will not suffice. The shorthand of the law has proved effective, and all the world's their stage as long as we each play our scripted part.
The free flow of capital across borders renders the concept of a country subject to fluctuation, and open to economic blackmail so long as it is smaller than all the other countries in the world combined. Lines drawn in the sandpit of humanity prove chimeric as the illusory line between public/private, albeit fun for football, both with and without guns.
Equity release is most simply effected by a cap on private wealth. Earth and Sun is - near enough - a closed system, and capital can not yet fly very far into space. Maximum wealth is so capped by Physics. Individuals successfully imagining themselves against being subject to such a cap, have not noticed they already are, and might find it impractical to move to a Martian tax haven. Landlords may find it difficult to leave, and 'take their geography with them'. There is no need to remain subject to such revealing threats. The lower the cap, the greater the automatic redistribution. History tells us automatic is preferable to human whim. Evolution tells us the algorithm required can fit in the brain of an ant. Ants weigh more than humans, if you add them all together. This could be said to be a successful economic model, achieved some billion years ago. Perhaps things are clearer without emotion.
Evolution is gene economics, and we have our model perfectly 1:1 with reality, iterated over billions of years. It remains inherently unpredictable, as determinism contains freedoms unrealised by Calvin, but what happened is a matter of record. One need only read the book of life. We can know where the wealth has accumulated. Greater equality, via redistribution is better, by all inter-subjective consensus definitions of better. First there was the word. We are merely extending tautologies of a circular truism, against which therefore, there can be no coherent argument.
Centrally planned haircuts look immediately awful. Free market haircuts, a decade later. So be it with fashionable economic theory. There have been no wealth creators. Wealth creation would require supernatural ability. Meta-wealth creation is greatest via technology, of which intellectual property is invalid, since none can claim authorship of their brain. Let this equity be released also.
The final circular truism is that human law is written by humans. Thus it may be written better. 'Thou shalt not steal', and 'thou shalt not covet' were lines commissioned by persons of property. Today it is written 'the politics of envy'. Such scribes were ever for hire. Break the spell, and Justice may be written.
All humans immigrate into the world, as economic migrants from the womb, and promptly seek asylum at the nearest breast. Imprinted as the ugly duckling, both symbiosis and parasitism sound the same, and swans a fairy-tale for quacks. Yet all shall write the future, knowingly or not, the script is not yet written. Increasing economic apartheid continues the most shameful chapter in the book of humanity. Yet all that binds us, and all that is required to set us free, ultimately, are mere ideograms on a slice of a tree. Noticing this fact is worth - literally - all the money in the world.