Blue light never stood a chance

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Where are the #Nostriches coming to Amsterdam?

Bitcoin.

It just goes up.

The poem explores the interconnectedness of our experiences, the enigmatic nature of dreams, and the belief in a transcendent force that holds and preserves the tapestry of our lives. It invites reflection on the significance of our experiences, the hidden meanings they may carry, and the potential for greater awareness and understanding of ourselves and the world around us. The HE is you. Your subconscious mind, awaiting the moment for you to unravel the pieces all around you, so that you can gain meaning… uncover the wisdom and allow the picture to come fully into frame. The beginning of the Heros journey.

These days many men and women are going back to the woods to tend to wounds that will not stay hidden under the light of sun, moon, and stars. In the silence and safety that only a field, a stream, or a forest can provide, a deep healing naturally takes place. Our healing must be untutored and unstructured. To honor it, we strike out beyond the city limits to a place where we feel simple against the backdrop of the earth.

As children, many of us took to the woods and came to know the trees, rocks, and grassy knolls as spiritual mothers and fathers, as friends. When we became adults, though, we pulled away from the earth. We forgot the good heft of stone. We forgot that we were creatures of the land. We left the great rooms filled with sky, the chapels made of cedar and cypress, to seek out the sights and smells of the city. After our long estrangement from the earth, we need to return to the natural wonders now and then, to purify our vision, to partake in the daily ceremonies nature conducts.

#Growstr

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a bard one !

"Refers to these "leaves" as "cursed pixels" and "sigils" which "ineluctably attract themselves" to them. This suggests that the speaker feels powerless to resist the surveillance that surrounds them. They are constantly being watched and recorded, and this information is stored away, to be accessed by anyone who wants to see it."

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It’s good stuff though man

You’re worried about God/ the universe judging you for impure thoughts and behaviors

Powerful and evocative meditation on the nature of surveillance and the impact it has on our lives. Describes their subconscious as a "bag" into which the "pixel arrangements" of their online activity are collected. These "leaves" are "torn up" and "seep out in a pulp" when the speaker sleeps, causing them to wake up screaming.

Refers to these "leaves" as "cursed pixels" and "sigils" which "ineluctably attract themselves" to them. This suggests that the speaker feels powerless to resist the surveillance that surrounds them. They are constantly being watched and recorded, and this information is stored away, to be accessed by anyone who wants to see it.

Fear of surveillance is not unfounded. In today's world, we are constantly being monitored and tracked. Our online activity is tracked by cookies and ad trackers, our phones track our location, and our faces are captured by surveillance cameras. This data is then collected by governments and corporations, and it can be used to track our movements, monitor our activities, and predict our behavior.

Reminder that surveillance is not just a matter of privacy. It is also a matter of power and control. Surveillance can be used to silence dissent, to manipulate public opinion, and to target marginalized groups. It is a tool that can be used to keep us in line and to prevent us from challenging the status quo.

Also a reminder that we are all complicit in the surveillance state. We all use social media platforms, search engines, and other online services that collect our data. We all carry smartphones that track our location. And we all live in societies that are increasingly reliant on surveillance technologies.

Call to action. It is a reminder that we need to be aware of the surveillance that surrounds us and to challenge its legitimacy. We need to demand that our governments and corporations be transparent about how they collect and use our data. And we need to develop new technologies and social practices that protect our privacy and our freedom.

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Hi and PV fren 🍀☀️🤙

Here is my interpretation:

It looks like you need a break. A break to rearrange your priorities. A break to refocus. A break to recharge your batteries. A pause to decide which pixels you see and which ones you filter so that a clear image is created for you 😊🫂!

gm nostr, i wrote a new poem today!

3,000 sats to the best interpretation 😂

Title: THERE IS SO MUCH INFORMATION

“My subconscious picks up pixel arrangements like the migrant labor lifts red leaves into their perfect trash bags, my brain being the bag, my leaves are all torn up. They seep out in a pulp when I sleep, and I wake up screaming Fuck! These leaves of mine, these cursed pixels, these sigils which ineluctably attract themselves to me, while scrolling, or just swiping, or just looking. For He is always watching, He who records everything, to be whelved away and kept safe for all to see in this life or the next.”