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### Printer Warriors

By Cyberhub

This is my true story.

It was June 2007, and I was walking across the Hewlett-Packard campus with a goofy smile on my face. I was trying to wipe it off, to play it cool, but I couldn’t. My whole life had been a singular story leading up to this one triumphant moment - my first day as an engineer - and it was too much happiness to contain. The sea of bluish gray cubicles stretched out before me like a tropical reef welcoming me home. This was where I belonged.

I shook my head in disbelief and laughed under my breath. Just a few weeks ago I was trapped under mountains of homework. Today the confines of classrooms were another world away. After 13 years of public school and 5 years of university without missing a single day, my time finally belonged to me. I was completely and utterly free. And I couldn’t stop smiling.

I strolled up to my new boss's cubicle. “Let’s get this party started,” I begged.

Soon I was arranging an arsenal of professional gear in my very own cubicle. Hewlett-Packard was outfitting the right guy. There was no way for them to yet comprehend the furious levels of focus that I was about to bring to their fight, but I had until age 59.5 to prove it to them. I was going to make them so rich. I was the perfect soldier with work ethic oozing from my armpits. This was the kid who hadn’t missed a single day of high school or university because the anxiety of missing a class was far more painful than any flu or cold could ever be. Eight solid years of spartan dedication to slaying quizzes and tests by the hundreds, and now I was fighting for their team. They made the right choice.

I smiled as I arranged my pictures on my cubicle wall. I was remembering the specific day that brought me to this triumphant moment. The day I chose to be a man. I was 11 years old, and it was the last day of summer before 6th grade. I would soon cross the finish line of graduation into the world of men. I could either waste my childhood and stumble across like a fool into some stupid job, or I could learn to run strong now. The answer was obvious. My childhood was over. From that day forward I was a man on a mission.

Setting up my cubicle command center, I could practically taste retirement. Treasury bonds yielded 5%, so all I needed was $1 million. Easy. I was already making $272 per day before any raises. Saving a simple $80 per day would fill my 401(k) with more than enough to retire by the time I turned 59.5.

I leaned back in my new office chair and cheerfully clicked my way through the benefits paperwork. Dental insurance? Yes, please. Vision? Of course. Automatic direct deposits into my very own 401(k) with matching contributions? Absolutely. What percentage of my paycheck would I like to automatically deposit? After calculating our necessary expenses, I knew the responsible answer. I leaned forward and punched in the keys.

30%.

It was all too easy.

For 17 months I lived the dream. It was bliss.

On October 1, 2008, I logged into my retirement dashboard to see my growing freedom fund. My heart sank and my stomach churned. This couldn’t be right. Where did it go? Seemingly overnight, my wealth had been slashed by 35%. Six months of direct deposits - gone. I didn't realize it at the time, but the US Senate had just passed the Emergency Economic Stabilization Act. They were printing money to bailout the banks.

The worst part was the treasury bonds. Yields that had once been 5% were now 1%. I didn’t need $1 million to retire. I needed $5 million! By the next week, yields had dropped to 0.5%. Now I needed $10 million. One hundred percent of my paycheck for 101 years.

All this time I had been losing a war that I couldn’t see. When I was 11 years old, I thought I had cast aside my childhood to build my future, but in reality, I was building theirs. I chuckled as I realized I was building the wrong kind of printers. Milking people for overpriced inkjet cartridges was small-time thinking. The real money was in printing away their life savings. With a few strokes of their keys, they stole away my life. Touche.

But here’s the thing.

There is no way for them to yet comprehend the furious levels of focus that I’m about to bring to this fight. I’m the perfect soldier with work ethic oozing from my armpits. I’m the kid who set aside my childhood to fight for a brighter future. I have the rest of my life to grind their corrupted system into dust. Incorruptible money is the standard I fight for, and there’s nothing they can do to stop me.

And here’s the thing.

I’m not alone.

### Author’s Notes

For some reason my soul feels called to spread the principles of sound money to the world using the power of stories.

Lately, I’ve been digging in deep, making a serious study of the craft of storytelling. Hopefully soon I will get to the point where I’m producing some quality work. But it’s an overwhelming amount of new information I’m taking in, so it won’t be as soon as I would like.

In the meantime, studying the book Storyworthy, by Matthew Dicks, has given me the urge to share some of my own story. There’s power in stories, especially true ones. A few key threads in my life have led me to be a Bitcoiner. Sacrificing my childhood to build a future that would be stolen from me by the ones who promised to protect me is one of those key threads.

And since I know I’m not alone, the title is *Printer Warriors*, not *Warrior*.

My fellow warriors, I salute you.

Amazing story. Thank you.

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The Godless Existential Burden

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“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?”

Thus wrote Nietzche in The Gay Science. The character making this statement is known as the Nietzchean madman. What he talks about in the dialogue is replacing the meaning that God provided. The consequences of eliminating God, in Nietzche’s view, are pervasive and not easily dealt with.

This is in contrast to Humanist philosophers from the Enlightenment like Rousseau and Spinosa who removed God, but kept Christian morality. They claimed reason as their foundation for their morals instead of God. The scene takes place in a bar with Humanists, so they make fun of the madman who keeps saying “I seek God.”

The smart-alecky people in the bar, representing Enlightenment thinkers, suggest God is hiding, or is afraid or that He’s lost. They insult God since they don’t believe in Him. The madman’s answer, that God is dead, is the apex.

Base Layer Belief

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"You have unchained the earth from the sun, a move of incalculable significance."

The madman’s lament is really about how God is a foundational belief. Removing God removes a whole host of beliefs which depend on God. If God doesn’t exist, what does morality look like? What gives life meaning? For what purpose does anyone do anything? To remove God is to remove the basis for all of those things, as Nietzche recognized, but Enlightenment thinkers did not. Philosophically, there was a gaping hole left by removing God.

Let’s look at morality, for example. In a philosophy that has no God in it, how do you determine what is a good or bad action? Can you go from descriptive statements like “all men are mortal” to imperative statements like “thou shalt not murder”? In philosophy, this is known as the is-to-ought problem and there aren’t any good solutions. The intellectually honest solution, according to Nietche and many others, like Hume, is that such a derivation doesn’t exist.

In other words, without God, there is no basis for moral imperatives. The very concept of good and evil requires re-examination, which is what Nietche considered in his books. Even seemingly obvious moral imperatives like “we should not torture children” or “we should not commit genocide” need to be questioned once you remove God from the equation.

Nietzche argued that the Enlightenment thinkers were wrong in keeping Christian morals. They couldn’t logically generate morality, or meaning or purpose through facts, because of the is-to-ought problem. Therefore, the morality they espoused was intellectual cowardice. They wanted the comfort of a Christian world view while rejecting the God that undergirds it all. With God, the oughts come naturally. Without God, there requires a whole new set of justifications for any sort of ethics.

The madman was pointing out that they had killed not just God, but all the things dependent on God, including morality, meaning and purpose.

Will-to-power

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Nietche’s conclusion was that if you really removed God and all the morals, meaning and purpose that depend on God, then you are left with strength. The philosophy he espoused is one of being honest about that massive metaphysical hole and facing it with courage.

If God is dead, one has the daunting task of filling that hole, of creating meaning, purpose and ethics. If you reject God, you must also reject everything built on God and come up with another way to live, wholly different from how Theists live.

For many, removing God from their lives is an attractive proposition. They have the freedom to change morals to suit their needs. Indeed, humanism, a child of the Enlightenment, has very similar morals as Christianity, except a few changes, mostly around sex. Yet as Nietzche points out, such arbitrary tweaking is cowardly and intellectually lazy because it doesn’t go far enough. All morals have to be thrown out with the denial of God and a brand new form of godless morality, one that is philosophically consistent, has to take its place.

Nietzche’s morality comes down to the strong ruling over the weak, a might-makes-right philosophy. It can only be described as sociopathic, where anything is permissible and nobody has any inherent worth.

Burden of Meaning

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Few people have sociopathic morals, but the influence of Nietzche continues to the present day. The default societal assumption is godlessness and each person has the burden of finding meaning.

For example, modern people see jobs as the source of meaning. They are presumed to be where individuals can find self-actualization and metaphysical fulfillment. Jobs have taken on an additional burden and are no longer a place to just make money.

Without God in the picture, each person has to find meaning and many try to do so through their jobs. Success in a job takes on existential significance and there are two godless ways to measure it.

The first way is essentially some sort of status game where doing better than others is the metric. This could be salary, honors, recognition or something else. The meaning comes from others’ approval, which is not easily earned and is at best temporary even when you get it.

The second is a subjective metric based on internal feeling. Being subjective, the metric can and does change and is like a compass pointed in towards yourself. There’s no real direction or progress and a lot of meandering. A subjective measurement is unstable because what makes you happy one day might not the next.

Neither of these measurements are ultimately satisfactory.

Which brings us back to the beginning. Removing God means having to define meaning ourselves. Defining meaning for ourselves is an enormous burden, a gargantuan task and is a heavy existential load to bear. The ubiquitous questions of moderns like “What should I do with my life?” and “How can I be happy?” are really presenting symptoms of this underlying philosophical disconnect.

The madman’s question shines a light on the gaping hole of godless meaninglessness. How shall we comfort ourselves?

Ayn Rand solved the is-to-ought problem.

She created a philosophy that explain how to get to morality and find meaning, based on facts and reason, without God.

And, while she advocates selfishness, it is different than what most people think.

I recommend this book: https://www.amazon.com/Objectivism-Philosophy-Ayn-Rand-Library/dp/0452011019