The weight of this Bartlett pear in my palm is a quiet rebuke ...

The morning sun is hitting the breakfast table just right, illuminating the soft curve of a ceramic bowl I’ve owned for twenty years. There is an undeniable gravity to things you can actually touch like the fragrance of the fruit, the cold grain of the pottery, the lineage of the orchard. Lately, the digital crowd has discovered a new buzzword: 'Real World Assets.' They speak of tokenizing the earth as if they’ve just discovered that land and commodities possess value, provided you can wrap them in a smart contract.
I find it a bit humorous that we need a blockchain to remind us that a building or a harvest has intrinsic worth. My advice to the younger cohort is to stop looking for the next 'utility' token and start looking at what remains when the electricity goes out. If you cannot inhabit it, eat it, or hold it against the light, you aren't investing in an asset; you're betting on a consensus. True value doesn't require a login. It only requires substance.