The “Of”

If CASIL has an ‘of’ or not,
Affects the type of org you’ve got;
If so (and it is up to you),
It’s different things that it would do.

It really puts the issue there
And lets it have some light and air:
“Am I alone, or do I see
Success lies in community?”

For money is a plastic tool
(Though used by wise, and used by fool);
Its potency is seldom stretched,
So we can better structure get.

Let’s tinker with the name of it –
Like, see if choir’s a better fit
Without the baggage first I see,
That’s carried by “community”.

I like its logo – CASIL – line
Of ramparts, shaped by gifts of mine –
With highest point encourager,
Then giver-type financier.

Administrator runs a third;
Without the rest it is absurd –
Implies in fact I 'others' seek
Who compliment where I am weak.

I see few other gifts in there
Who’d set the tone of “build, repair,
Supply, encourage, structure make,
Creatively do what it takes –

To make the other structures run,
Which folks bring forth for having fun
With us in our community,
Across such cultures that there be.

New hybrid-type co-ops do that,
But there’s some freight goes with that hat;
So let’s design a concept new,
With building-blocks which must be used.

So, “CasilCorp” embodies that,
Brings lore along, with different hat;
It freshens up and says quite plain
“In profit-land’s where we remain”.

A potent ship in galaxy;
Big guns to make marauders flee;
With commerce as its basic game,
Yet service-object's just the same.

Quite symbiotic at the core,
Yet open to engaging more;
Like Zorro’s circle, starting small
Lets member-gifts stretch up as tall.

Form follows function just in case
Some part of it becomes displaced;
We build a ship conceptual,
Then abstract take to actual.

Six months – this station’s come to be
The enterprise you’d hope to see –
An effort to construct a ship
From which the rest could benefit.

Perceiver’s gifts kept from the mix,
Was problem we set out to fix;
Compassion-person’s gift was strong,
We flipped it lest our plan go wrong.

That takes me back to Rock Lake time,
Where “sight for gentle eyes” worked fine
As modus operandi yours –
Laid out a future camping course.

So what if other minds prevailed
And shut you down, your plans assailed;
You did your part – no CasilCorp
To take that egg and make it work.

Is there a theme to golden eggs
Which you lay out, each needing legs?
The CASIL shell is primitive,
Increasingly a place I live.

Not sure just how the others fit,
Who hover ’round of this mother-ship;
But I’ve a hunch if we stay tight,
We’ll have the means to do it right.

So one-off help to other folks,
Could give us clues to others folks;
For now, the shell quite empty is,
With function driving form of biz.

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