i used to seek power
i collected seats with the cantillionaires
now i am free
because i stack sats with the plebs
#bitcoinpoem
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Freedom only for the supporters of the government, only for the members of a party ā however numerous they may be ā is no freedom at all. Freedom is always the freedom of the one who thinks differently. Not because of the fanaticism of "justice", but rather because all that is instructive, wholesome, and purifying in political freedom depends on this essential characteristic, and its effects cease to work when "freedom" becomes a privilege.
- Rosa Luxemburg
š§µ quotes that inspire me
i just had to send a wire transfer. get me out of the cage.
IYKYK. david foster wallace died before bitcoin, but he had bitcoin vibes.
āBecause here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship
-be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles-is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichĆ©s, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.ā
awesome. full disclosure: some time in the next 20 years my goal is to develop a bitcoin philosophers conference to be held in my familyās forest. good news, itās within a podcast drive from troy cross so i feel confident i can eventually convince him to come down, bad news⦠it will take me 20 years to build the cabins, infrastructure, etc.āļøš»š
become a hospice chaplain my dude, youād be great!
and then you add in a wild dynamic with regards to physician assisted suicided.
so much about identity. and meaning. and motivated reasoning to justify life choices, suffering, opportunity cost etc.
yeah, thatād be cool. i really wish i had mysterious secret knowledge about death. the fact that i donāt, even though iām around it a lot, makes me feel a little sheepish. it really seems pretty mechanical. death (for me) tends to be much less illuminating to the human condition than observing people taking care of their dying loved ones. now THAT is an education.
well now you have me curious, do you have any worries of existential risks?
this perhaps makes me a bad person or a psychopath (or, and this is the actual reason: i am very privileged), but i think i can honestly say i do not worry⦠about anything.
i CAN make a hierarchy of things that will kill me. and thinking about being dead kinda sucks because i dig this life and have a lot of things on my list to do, and i experience anticipatory grief for my children not having a father. but if iām being honest, thatās mostly counterbalanced with my curiosity re: there being an afterlife + the fact that in the absence of an afterlife iām not going to even care about the aboveā¦
so i ask, do people ACTUALLY worry about this stuff?
i hypothesize no. and this is informed by my experience with working with tons of dead/dying people and their families. i have a strong suspicion that what we call existential dread is mostly a performative signal to our tribe. it allows us to say, āhey look at me, i know the stuff that will kill us, so put me in a position of power within the tribe.ā
or simply competitive victimization. or perhaps the ennui of a westerworldian epiphany where we get to the center of the maze and realize we were deluding ourselves into believing thereās actually a meaning to our sacrifice.
just a thought.
so this is this billionaire trad-fi equivalent of a bitcoin boating accident? gotcha, well done player!
iām way ahead of you. all salamanders welcome in my forest.
the hedonic treadmill strikes again
all you need to know, bro
https://allenfarrington.medium.com/gauge-theory-does-not-fix-this-625f98de3246
this is fantastic. have you read āInvariances: The Structure of the Objective Worldā by Nozick i keep looking for a trusted voice to give me a take on it.
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you go through life feeling like ānobody gets meā, because you look around at others and see a purposeful and consistent worldview that many other people share, and then you introspect and take inventory of your own worldview and find a set of inconsistent and sometimes hypocritical beliefs that change with the seasons, and then you see a video like this and say, āhow is it possible that there is another person on earth that sees the world the way i do?ā
š so cool š»
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