Grateful to have met Hermann and Luthando of Bitcoin Ekasi fame yesterday. Humbled and inspired.
Protest
A jumble of mismatched words stretched across a bony face.
Too tight and brittle,
Cracking to release the inner light
And inner flood...
Of heat and breath and gasp.
To grin again....
And grit against the grind
Of teeth and jaw and face and heart.
In rough revolt against the paltry sinners who would have us cowed and masked and meek and sorrowful.
Mourning, in unrecognized anguish,
The dear freedom and precious chance
That was so cheaply sold.
Given over to the mean and fearful gods of little and less...
Instead of all or nothing.
While in the reflections of our tear filled eyes,
The conflagration roars
And mankind's promise crisps to ash.
And what can we stack against
Such weighty sorrow?
Nothing more than the fleeting choices,
Freely made.
By one.
Then one more.
Then a flood...
Of men and women standing strong.
Or striding forth in equal and appropriate measure.
Nothing more than a growing army
Of wilful fools and willing jokers.
Who would laugh and dance and wrest the kernel from the fire.
Choosing meme and martyrdom over staid and rapacious normality.
Nothing more than a slowly waking hive mind swarm
Of realization and righteous anger.
Nothing more than a grass roots
Ground swell
Root fed
Upwelling of deep and dedicated believers.
The Hodl army.
Massed and massive....
To gainsay the soulless corrupting rot of decay gripping the world.
Feeling pensive tonight. maybe it's the wine. Maybe the in-between...in between two drives.
Btc blues
I got that perpetual open interest man.
I got that negative funding rate blues.
I got those bottomless market jitters;
That falling knife sweat.
I got those freak charting eyes, man.
And that red candle butterfly.
My hands are clammy from holding on....
I got that China ban glaze.
The ESG got me good.
I got that energy FUD man.
And a FED shock, rate hike expectation.
Gonna do me the only thing I can, man.
And grab me a can of cool-as-shaved-ice HODL.
Yourself. And how you bring your unique self to add value to your world.
Hey nostr. Checkout my book on Amazon. Bitcoin's first adventure textbook. I'm looking for a few Bitcoin savvy folk to read and review. Please dm me and I can get a copy into your hands.
As a reformed lurker, it's sometimes hard to make that little click to interaction from consumption.
I am working against the patterns of a lifetime to interact more.
Bear with me.
True. level 1 smartness often leads to mean one-upmanship and petty superiority.
Deeply understanding something or someone invariably leads to compassion, nuance, and generosity of spirit.
These are some of the speculations that I explore in my book, The Nakamoto Consensus. Did they get him? Did he get away? Did someone help him? it's a Bitcoin adventure textbook, a Trojan horse orange pill.
I have just finished writing a book. It is Bitcoin's first adventure textbook, a Trojan horse orange pill to get the feel for the ideas in the rabbit hole.
it's a thriller imagining the events around Satoshi's disappearance.
check it out on Amazon
agreed. but the people at a conference aren't bitcoin
Bitcoin is bigger
more important
purer
The problem with Trump became even more starkly apparent. He can't imagine anything being more important than him. can't or won't devote himself to Bitcoin so uses it for attention and votes.