Nostr Log 014:

Provable digital scarcity. Enforced by participants in a competition to find the next valid block. Expending computational and and electrical energy to win the coveted block reward.

All to be potentially snatched away if the rules are not followed, by the humble home node operator validating proposed blocks. Incentivized in a game far beyond their control. Supply and demand. Markets and consensus dictate.

Checks and balances seeming to finally have a solution for ANYONE to validate. An audit on the global state of consensus. Divided across psuedonymous addresses and unspent transaction outputs. Waiting for the signature holder to move the native unit of account.

A fixed supply to tether all economic activity to.

Equality and equity. While a virtuous pursuit, is often miscontrued. where one cannot make it with simply skill, talent or intelligence but all are treated as one. Mandated behind determinations of outcome. In turn removing any opportunity.

Progress cannot be made without embracing our unique qualities.

These good intentions often used against the weilder. Overwhelmed by the onslaught of narritive spins to languish them just enough to preoccupy from deeper considerations. They make enemies of would be allies. Most often this dilutes into ideologies while the real culprits get away.

Must keep aware of my own biases.

Don't trust. Verify.

Provided a tool such as Bitcoin. Perhaps the equality can be maintained onna fair and sound monetary system. Unable to be manipulated by any faction or individual. A fair distributed set of rules outside regime. We will be able to at least weed out the foul players that seek to keep us fighting amongst ourselves.

Be wary of singling out the so called enemy. The struggle to maintain power comes from many different directions. Selfishness. Exploitation. Nefarious actors.

Endless monetary printing funding conflict on all sides. Purely for chaos. Distraction.

I often wonder how many times "we" have done this throughout history. Build vast connected civilization. Monuments left behind. Ancient cities now covered by ocean.

All potentially lost to either our own hubris, or the fate of rock hurtling through vacuum. Against all odds we keep trying to come together. Beautiful messes.

We are complicated beings. Yet we all want the same things. Meaning. Companionship. Freedom. I have no alterior motives in these logs other than to try and put words to incomplete and misguided thoughts.

I've no point to make. Is my point.