And #[1] strikes again nostr:note18sckelun92gnrmvpt27v5rz0sj4lq7kx09uqpwxfjl4n20cml69qsh3vzt
Well at least they have some common sense in them nostr:note1cmykkjkvc7mg642gxpexyt9rpvr55cskyj3ny7rz8vl75vvuud0q8xlunk
Any MotoGP fans? #nostr #plebs 
A human, who made this possible 
I walk on two, but began on all fours,
I harness fire, wage wars, and explore distant shores.
I build, I dream, I laugh, I weep,
In the silence of night, in dreams I leap.
Born of Earth, yet reaching for the stars,
What am I, with my joys and my scars?
Where digital meets analog nostr:note1te2uyulvhrg03nmu8ckv28hje97343ufqh4az5a0l5u2jf2pz5jq46qaln
A bridge between worlds nostr:note16tfhvqjlu73saa0stetdp5cmmu22jgkrx5p3q2lr5j37nzvaqscqcas6k9
In a world where wealth is often a quest, I am a currency valued the best.
No gold or silver can measure my worth, I am cultivated from one's very birth.
I'm not earned by power or intellect, yet given freely, I reflect.
What am I, that's held in high aspect, more treasured than the rarest collect?
Hunter Gatheres nostr:note14006mvzjt2jg0yelamc9h4cexdut045lx00k08xpazdv9dfx94qsv5zmtn
The answer to the riddle is the "narrative fallacy."
The narrative fallacy is a concept presented by Nassim Nicholas Taleb in his book "The Black Swan." It is our tendency to simplify complex realities into neat, coherent stories, thus distorting the messy, random, and multicausal nature of life.
When we experience random events, our brains instinctively seek patterns, connections, and causal relationships. This drive makes us vulnerable to the narrative fallacy - we weave explanatory stories where there may be none. This tendency to over-simplify can mislead us, making us believe in the orderliness and predictability of the world and causing us to overlook its inherent randomness and complexity.
In a world of chaos and chance, I give a storyline to the dance.
I connect dots in a seamless flow, leaving out what disrupts the show.
I hide the complex, the random, the strange, into a neat, tidy package I arrange.
Who am I, with this misleading capacity, who simplifies life with tenacity?
The answer to the riddle is an "antilibrary."
Think of an antilibrary as a treasure trove of all the books you've yet to read. But it's more than just a collection; it's a constant reminder of the endless sea of knowledge that's still out there, waiting to be discovered. It’s not the books themselves, but the powerful message they carry: there’s always more to learn.
A treasure trove that's vast and wide, filled with knowledge yet to confide.
It's not the wisdom you've acquired or learned, but of potential pages unturned.
The more it grows, the less you know, yet it's a sign of a mind that yearns to sow.
In shadows of ignorance, it takes its stand, what am I, can you understand?