"The spiral is the true symbol of human evolution, not a circle that returns to its starting point, but a path that winds upward, each cycle bringing the soul closer to the divine." - Rudolf Steiner 🌀👀

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Discover: The Spiral of Sovereignty 🔶 🌀 👀

A poem based on a forthcoming essay (partly inspired by nostr:nprofile1qyv8wumn8ghj7urjv4kkjatd9ec8y6tdv9kzumn9wsq35amnwvaz7tmjv4kxz7fwwdhhvetjv45kwm3wv9c8qtcqypxs45fu03luugxr7hqvj2nzag0kacm8y68v0mu8atavg6p96p4mk5ehvjg and nostr:nprofile1qyxhwumn8ghj7mn0wvhxcmmvqyt8wumn8ghj7mn0wd68ytnp0faxzmt09ehx2aqqypacf8h62czttr2scsvkx7ucwwz8m0u4wzqa2fsndsaynde40ntpw094fq8 's - 🌀⬆️♾️ - meme; https://upforever.co.uk/) and written in a form echoing the golden ratio, emulating a spiral (with help from an LLM).

The essay contends...

Bitcoin is a bridge - between matter and meaning, between action and awareness, between fractured systems and coherent participation. Bitcoin is a structural threshold through which value becomes visible, freedom becomes viable, and truth becomes livable once again - not in a straight line, but in the widening, rising turn of the spiral.

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The Spiral of Sovereignty 🖋

Begin.

Within.

Value lives,

Forgives.

Not from decree,

But choice made free

Participation.

Truth is not a voice imposed,

Nor freedom just a gate unclosed.

It starts where thought and will align

Where form and care together bind

To shape creation.

Steiner taught that spirit moves

In moral deeds the heart approves.

Maslow saw that once secure,

The soul seeks more than to endure.

It wants the good,
It wants the true,

It wants the whole,
And reaches through.

Pirsig rode through shadowed lands,

Where reason slips through rusted hands.

He found, before both mind and rule,

There lies a sacred, silent school

Where Quality, not thought, commands.

Jung, descending to the deep,

Where dreams and silence do not sleep,

Returned with fragments of the whole,

And stitched the shadow to the soul.

The spiral turns when we descend

To gather truths we did defend,

But never see.

The Austrians knew what choice requires:

Not force, but form that truth inspires.

Mises held that man must act

To choose a path, to leave a tract.

Rothbard warned: when force is near,

Knowledge bends to greed and fear.

Hoppe showed that systems break

When rulers take but do not stake.

Hayek’s wisdom softly spoke:

“No mind alone can bear the yoke.”

Freedom, thus, must be the ground

Where price and pattern both are found.

Let order grow through trust and pace

Not by decree, but honest grace.

The Tao flows on without a strain.

It carves the mountain, drinks the rain.

No striving hand could move so wide,

Yet nothing slows the turning tide.

Hermetic mirrors taught the same:

The outer world reflects our flame.

As above, so here below

To see the self is thus to know.

Hegel, circling through the years,

Climbed contradiction, joy, and tears.

Plato saw the form behind,

While Aristotle shaped the mind.

Vervaeke walked the path between

The lost and found of what we mean.

He named the gap, the fading sense

Where wisdom flees from negligence.

And still he showed the way back in:

Through practice, care, and discipline.

Then came Bitcoin – not a creed,

But code that lets the soul be freed.

No masters here, no hidden gate

Just time, and math, and choice as fate.

It asks of us a quiet art:

To guard the keys, to play a part.

To verify, to not obey

But walk the truth we build each day.

Not ideology made gold,

But something finer, something old:

The right to act, to not pretend,

To make our word and deed align again.

To run a node is not just code

It’s standing straight along the road.

To save is care, to spend is grace,

To trade in truth, face to face.

Here freedom’s weight is real and wide.

The soul and system coincide.

The spiral doesn’t turn in vain.

It holds what breaks.

It sings through pain.

It climbs through what we dare to know

And gathers meaning as it goes.

So value lives where care is paid.

And freedom grows

Where truth has stayed

Unbought.

Unmade.

Not owned,

But shown.

Alone

It turns.

It burns.

Begin.

Within.

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What do you reckon; too much wank, or about right for a Bitcoiner thinkboi podcaster? 😂

GFY; Essay coming soon™ 👀

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