It’s pretty funny that whenever I read any of my own work, I sincerely think to myself,

“How the fuck did I think of or figure any of this out?”

It’s quite strange and phantasmagoric how all of my philisophical work has come to me, and continues to come to me. Bitcoin is this muse that has overtake me and appropreated me for its own cause, and I am little more than its servant now. I have almost no control over it, and the work I produce are these sort of cathartic experiences that come through the angst of questioning under the rubric of bitcoin where I just vomit out these strange, though accurate philosophical treatises. It is the strangest of experiences.