nostr:npub12tyk735v52ju032qahe3k2r520jlsujaem6xr8n0ex6u7eqj0anq59vnqc When I wake in deepest night and fear with dream mixes into conscious thought, I fear for the loss of the old ways. How many ancient technologies used by the elders have fallen in to disuse and disrepute? How many tools of great utility lie buried in the sands of time? My thoughts turn to a spark of magic that still exists today as but an ember. Hidden but alive. Waiting. Deep within you know the power of which I speak: Yep, it’s naive bayes spam filters! 🪄🎇

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