Debtor's prison exists solely in the soul these days: mortgages are waged on the brain; residual payments appear in pain. In the territory of inefficiency economics loses currency: Demand is displaced by cajoling and open hands, Supply by a roll of the die and clemency of man... Still, the masquerade continues: Human flesh denotes the confines of fines, and margin calls on guilt force dollar signs from passerby's. Here's some modern economic theory: In the sanctum of ineptitude what balances being? Charity mixed with one's desire for living.