I discovered them through Stubz the Zombie.


Okay this gets interesting.

Wife, mother, sister, grandmother.
Passionate, intense, annoying, tireing.

Dad, brothers, friend peer, friend senior.
Normal, chill, chill, interesting, inspiring.

My Kids.
Incredible, reasonable, lovely, I don't know? Gurgle.


My wife says the same about me. Especially when I get into meaningfull discussion.  I don't have coversation if I don't think there is a point being made.  No small talk. No chit chat.  Only platitudes and terms of endearment.  They say what you mean.  High signal and maximum efficiency.

I used to enjoy telling jokes when I was younger.  Not anymore.

The wife and kids still love and adore me so it can't be too bad.


When you grandma is using nostr.  We made it.


"The Kaspian elders endorsed him granting freedom to continue his research and install his technology. A true Magar with holy blood in his veins travelling betwixt our stars!" He looked up and pointed at the arches as if he could see the stars through the stone and daylight. "Brethren, allow me to express the distinction of this achievement. Habitable planets are as rare as sat. Inhabitable planets are so rare, wars were fought at the mere rumour or hope of their discovery"

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"The Kaspian elders endorsed him granting freedom to continue his research and install his technology. A true Magar with holy blood in his veins travelling betwixt our stars!" He looked up and pointed at the arches as if he could see the stars through the stone and daylight. "Brethren, allow me to express the distinction of this achievement. Habitable planets are as rare as sat. Inhabitable planets are so rare, wars were fought at the mere rumour or hope of their discovery.

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"The Kaspian elders endorsed him granting freedom to continue his research and install his technology. A true Magar with holy blood in his veins travelling betwixt our stars!" He looked up and pointed at the arches as if he could see the stars through the stone and daylight. "Brethren, allow me to express the distinction of this achievement. Habitable planets are as rare as sat. Inhabitable planets are so rare, wars were fought at the mere rumour or hope of their discovery.

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"The Kaspian elders endorsed him granting freedom to continue his research and install his technology. A true Magar with holy blood in his veins travelling betwixt our stars!" He looked up and pointed at the arches as if he could see the stars through the stone and daylight. "Brethren, allow me to express the distinction of this achievement. Habitable planets are as rare as sat. Inhabitable planets are so rare, wars were fought at the mere rumour or hope of their discovery.

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Morning light shone beautifully through the arched rose stained glass of the modest cathedral.  From the east Ceb rays permeated inside of the stony structure with splendour. A priest standing elevated over the crowd by a forward leaning pulpit, like a comical figurehead on the bow of a ship. Almost precariously, as if it should not be able to suspend him, though no one doubts that it would.  Ecknard has never seen the church so full.  The devotion of the colony has been growing but he did not expect a turnout of this scope.  He swelled with pride and blinked away the moist warning sign of tears.  People were even gathering around the outside of the building for a lack of benches to accommodate all the derriere's. Everyone was silent in pious reverence of the holy day.  This day would initiate the MD epoch. Domitius, Clessia and Albin were sitting in the front pew. Albin, dressed in respectable although a slightly uncomfortable suit could not help but shift in his seat, awkwardly feeling as if he were disturbing everyone around him.  Ecknard motioned with outstretched arms to alert all that he is about to address the congregation.  The silence was so disciplined that you could hear the flap of his sleeves and a small bird chirping away on  the stone windowsill outside, merrily indifferent to the solemnity of air the building exuded.  “Kaspian brethren, esteemed Magar, today is a most holy and greatly anticipated occurrence!  Before we initiate festivities I wish to expound, primarily to the benefit of the younger people in our company, the history of our colony and to express thanks. Ahem... It has been III cycles now since our colony had been established!  Our endeavours have been blessed with great bounty, we have expanded independently in isolation! We, who are old enough to remember, were discharged, from the Primary Omega Expansion Vessel with only the implements of labour, livestock, seed, steely resolve and courage in our hearts. We asserted ourselves and rose to a daunting challenge, A party of MCCC slaves and free men to tame a wild land, adapt to a star with a volatile proclivity and a planet with different rotational patterns from what we were accustomed!” A slight excitement erupted from the crowd but Ecknard muted it quickly with outstretched arm.  "Our esteemed visionary and great leader prepared a way for us, long before any of you even considered the freedom and opportunity, a chance to build something and own it!” The priest’s voice ascended powerfully out over the people. “He had a dream, an idea, a grand scheme to expand the Empire!”  Ecknard motioned down to Domitius.  The crowd erupted in cheer chanting, the older Kaspian men softly beating their chests with their fists. “Domitius! Domitius!” The lord’s composure remained unchanged, as if he were alone in private devotion.  Clessia blushed slightly and tilted her head using her hat to protect her from the incessant adoration.  Albin could not contain his own excitement and stood up on his seat in the pew to get a better view of the standing ovation, absorbing the glory directed towards his father.” The priest waited for the people to exhaust themselves until there was only an isolated call before continuing his monologue. “A student of the void, a sage of stars, a scientist of renown!  Scoffed and ridiculed by his peers!  They laughed and jested when he proposed his innovations.  They published warnings and mockery of his ambition proclaiming to all that they would be proved fools if they are seduced by his unrealistic promise.  Their jealousy moved them to lobby the high council to convince them, and convince them, they did. By ratio of VIII to II refused to grant him licence!”  Ecknard leaned forward over the pulpit with a fierce look of disgust in his jowl. “A council on which he holds a seat to this day... He was denied the opportunity to improve the lives of future generations and untold millions by his own house! His desire to see his dream realised pushed him to do what no Magar noble ever has or would ever dare much less someone born of sacred blood!” Ecknard gripped at his robe as if to curtsy or show fear, no one understood the gesture. “He ventured outside the confines and protection of Magar Prime void. He brought his technological treasure to us!  We Kaspa were undeserving of the honour!  The Kaspian elders endorsed him granting freedom to continue his research and install his technology. A true Magar with holy blood in his veins travelling betwixt our stars!" He looked up and pointed at the arches as if he could see the stars through the stone and daylight.  "Brethren, allow me to express the distinction of this achievement. Habitable planets are as rare as sat.  Inhabitable planets are so rare, wars were fought at the mere rumour or hope of their discovery.   With his star shields he was able to block the solar winds in systems that were inhospitable to travel through and not a single inhabitable planet to be found. With time and stimulus unnatural landscapes of horror and perdition were transformed into paradise.  Our esteemed Lord Domitius with his lovely wife spent III cycles inhibiting stars and seeding planets with life.  The Kaspian Academy of Sciences had a revival and all the concerted efforts of our people were united in spirit when we witnessed the first sun shields confine their chosen stars..." His tone became soft and morose.  "We are truly blessed to have tamed XIV stars within our own void region.  Kaspa is quickly becoming the most dense concentration of occupied habitats in the known universe. The family Chevalier conquered Ceb the most volatile star in the Kaspian void. And to inspire confidence in the stability of the star shield he settled under it’s umbrella to live through it’s success or die by it’s failure.” He paused for sincere dramatic effect. “The Seat of the Empire has since changed it’s opinion, humiliated and shamed are they who doubted... All glory to the Core.”  “All glory to the core.” The mass repeated in unison. “Today we approach block CCCXV million since Genesis.  The Epoch MD. One thousand five hundred epochs in the scientific metric tongue. The known universe is united in celebration, a ceasefire has been negotiated by Empire and the Juela Federation.  Both are bound by the accords.  No war may be fought. CCLXII million blocks have transpired since Exodus, when the almighty Core made Mother Terra desolate with the fires of it’s Judgement.  Punishing mankind for it’s greed and vice.  We thank the Core that it extends it’s reach to the outer void by way of the drift gates, unites mankind across the great divide by way of the XII anchor gates and that it continues to be merciful, guide and bless us. All glory to the Core. Amen.”

...

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3 standard cycles later.

Albin was lying on a two meter high rock outcropping. It was warm from Ceb light but he dared not move. His adrenalin was pumping but he could scarcely take a breath for fear of being heard. His thumping heart was so loud it made him paranoid. He crawled forward and peeked over the edge of the low precipice. A dangerous and savage escaped slave was on his trail, ready to scalp and gut him. If only he could flee to his safe zone. He heard a long low whistle from across the valley. A light flashed from amongst some dense shrubbery at an estimated two hundred metres away. He pulled a mirror from his pocket preparing to return the signal. “This increases my chances.” He thought to himself. He knew that their common enemy was behind him and could not possibly see the reflection of Ceb light if he directed said light perpendicularly away from the hunter. He flashed with his mirror five times towards his ally, two second counts between each flash. No immediate response... he waited. Light flashed from the shrubbery and immediately he became aware of movement in the tall grass behind him. He resisted the urge to look back over his shoulder. The sweat exploded off his forehead. He remained still. It seemed like minutes though it was only a few seconds. Light flashed again.

Grassy movement sounds recurred, heart now racing. Third flash. A burst of movement from the rear left at around eight O clock. Albin turned his head and pressed his right cheek against the cooking rock. A tanned thirteen year old youth raced past below him at unbelievable speed. Scruff cloth pants, barefoot with no shirt and a trailing headband. Albin pushed himself up to his hands and knees. “If there is fifty meters distance between us I could risk running for the manor.” The shrubs on the other side of the valley started to rock violently and birthed a boy in a buttoned up shirt with leather shoes and woven short breeches all tailor made. The boy ran with all his might towards the Domitian manor. “This is my chance.” Albin scrambled off the rock and sprinted towards the manor jumping and dodging the hindering bushes and stones. The other party moving parallel to him across the valley. Seth caught sight of Albin but did not change target and kept course. He held a small blunt wooden object caught up to his first victim and proceeded to stab his prey in the back with it. “Ha, you're dead!” Seth exclaimed while immediately changing course to intersect his secondary target before he gets inside the safe zone. “Not fair. It’s not fair you cheat!” The belligerent player cried dismally. Seth did not care for the accusation. He was determined to get two kills and be victorious. Albin felt less secure in his current situation and began to doubt his previous assessment of fifty meters and thought that an earlier head start might have been a more favourable risk assessment. “Don't panic Albin, focus.” He reproved himself. Recalculating his speed in comparison to the speed of his hunter, estimated the future point of contact. Veering to the right he sagaciously aimed for the far corner of the estate gardens, increasing the distance of his run to the demarcated safe zone considerably more for his rival than for himself. The race became more intense with the hunter closing in... “I’m alive!” Was the triumphant breathless utterance as the knife swiped past the back of his neck mere centimetres. Albin fell on the trimmed lawn panting. Looking back he saw Seth in a similar condition of respiratory suffering. The loser was still far away grumbling and kicking at the weeds. Seth grinned, “I almost had you.” Albin just nodded in agreement. “I'm thirsty... water, milk or wattle gum juice.” “Wattle gum juice!” Seth exclaimed without hesitation. Albin knew that the slave would never say no to the delicacies and confections of the common people but gave him the option to choose either way. He brushed the grass clippings off his clothes and entered through the back door of the manor. In the kitchen he poured juice into three demure clay mugs whilst noticing emanations of a heated conversation from the foyer. His curiosity bested him. Albin went in and sat himself down on the staircase and gulped at his beverage. The adults scarcely noticed him. “The people are ready to accrue for themselves better prospects in the colony!” The tradesman appealed with fervour. “Your proposals would be sensible under normal circumstances but colonial expansion is best suited for peacetime.” Domitius riposted. “This war has been going for almost III standard cycles, are the people supposed to stall their dreams and ambitions for some vaguely defined purpose. Please consider that an expansion program will be beneficial to the war effort eventually.” Domitius knew that he was being evasive and dishonest. He was finding it more difficult to guide the colony according to his vision, their growing despondency was worsened by his deflecting their requests with indirect excuses. Domitius did not want to rule with force, his exerting authoritarian command would only foster resentment towards him among the Kaspian landowners. “We do not have a militia. How would we keep an influx off world slaves servile if the war seems to tilt against the Empire?” Domitius replied with rhetoric. “It is a valid concern. Mechanical labour is the solution. We should convene a council to address these issues and come to consensus.” The traders uncompromising insistence triggered Domitius past the limit of his patience. “This will not turn into a democracy! Tell me what you require and I will consider it, if I do not agree with you I will annul it and appoint an inquisitor to judge and punish all who dissent!” The tradesman lost his composure and shrunk back. “My lord, I am reluctant to admit... there are no requests.” “No requests?” “Yes my lord.” Domitius was puzzled. The tradesman’s son came into the room with his cup of wattle juice and sat down next to Albin. “Father Ecknard very recently informed me of the news... I had applied for a licence half a cycle previously.” Domitius felt uneasy. “What news?” “... A licence has been issued from Kaspa Prime... they are sending extractors to Hithe III.” Domitius went pale. Thousands of implications flooded his mind. Economic problems, ecological issues and a very much more complex political situation. He remained unresponsive for a moment. “I understand. Isidor, you may go.” The tradesman bowed lower than was required of him then reached towards his son. “I apologise for my insolence.” Domitius ignored the man who quickly left the premises. Domitius looked at his son. “Never become too familiar with your subjects, they become derisive. Damn it! He has created more problems for us than he could comprehend.” “Yes pappa.” He agreed with his father instinctively. “Pappa? Are we going to see real space ships!”

“We are...” Domitius appreciated his son's innocence. “big ones.” He smiled with all but his eyes.

Juela Prime - Capitol

Emilien was waiting patiently in the office lobby of a towering high rise structure. One of thousands of competing banks on the Juel Capitol. He had a valid appointment and felt annoyed by the guard hanging around near him and kept noticing the suspicious glances. “What are you looking at.” he hissed from under his hood. “You a spacer?” “Maybe.” The guard did not follow up on his question, he did not leave either. The door slid open and a impeccably well groomed secretary beckoned at him. “Mr Dierre is ready for you.” “Thank you sweetheart.” He brushed past her sticking a pernicious grin right in her face, she gagged. “Welcome Mr Emilien, I hope you had a good trip.” The bank chief executive greeted with outstretched arms. “Nice suit, I always have good trips. Is it very expensive?” The spacer gestured toward the fabric while looking around and sizing up the situation. “More than you know.” The executive smugly responded and proceeded to open a cabinet containing differently labelled flasks filled with various hues of alcohol. “I know quite a lot.” Emilien licked his lips. The banker hesitantly offered a serving which was accepted without vacillation. “I always thought that you void jumpers would be more reluctant accepting unverified consumables?” Dierre smiled a questioning look. Emilien swallowed the strong fluid and inhaled deeply. “I have a clone ready. And an implant that up links me directly to my pod. Don't think that if I have to wake up in a fresh body that I won't remember this place, including your mug.” Emilien tapped lightly on his temple seeming threatening and postured while he spoke. The banker nodded in uneasy amusement. “Excellent, excellent. Ahem, The reason we contacted you Mr Emilien, is because we are in business...” He promptly helped himself to a second glass of... whatever alcohol it was, anticipating a speech and a job description. “...the business of war. Currently we are supplying arms to the Juela fleet, who are at war with the Magarrian Empire. They are for the most part, boycotting our factories... which is a shame really, but understandably so. The Shiv Unity are supporting our enemy logistically yet have not joined them in active combat. We are trying to coax Osteri aggression, but they have occupied themselves in... other endeavours and don't seem as willing as usual to assault Magar territories.” The spacer frowned and feigned curiosity. “Why would you suppose that be?” He interjected. “We are not sure... don't interrupt me, you break my train of thought.” The banker lied and it did not escape his attention. “Continue by all means.” He waved a bottle at the executive leaning back into a comfy black leather chair. “If we get the upper hand in this war we could control vital Magar territories, the profits our companies could absorb from the moons and planets would be virtually tax free and help to continue fund the war effort...” Emilien cut him off with a snide sarcasm. “How philanthropic. I watch your news propaganda...” Emilien slowly sat upright and uncannily performed like a popular Juel news anchor. “Breaking news. The Magar Empire are allegedly oppressing... slaves, it is reported that the war has driven them to desperation and are driving their labour forces harder than what is... morally justifiable. Any petitions made or pleas for leniency, no matter how trivial is met with... corporal punishment. We must be vocal about their plight and fight for... freedom and liberty. You are with The Report. See you next time, and remember, peace everywhere for all.” He mockingly mimics a news anchor's plastic monotone while folding up and shifting around imaginary papers. The secretary sniggered softly from behind her desk, Dierre frowned. Emilien slouched back into his chair. “What would you have me do boss?” The banker remained silent. “Excuse me one moment.” Dierre touched a pad on his desk, privacy panels slid up separating Dierre from his guest and the lady. He opened comms to an unknown voice. Emilien auto tuned up his sonic receptors slightly and closed his eyes listening in uninvited but inconspicuously. "Yes Dierre, make it quick." “Right, good afternoon sir. I am not sure about this character, Mr Emilien, should we not rather employ one of our own for this contract.” “What? No! There is no one else with the expertise and or reputation required for this investment. He has no prior affiliation to us no, no record. Dierre, just hire the man and stop whining like a little bitch! I don't need this type of crap. This was prearranged, what I don’t need is uncalled for opinionated inputs. We have made the decision and you, you explain what we require of them. So explain to the space clone what we need him to do and how much we are going to pay him for it!” The silence was awkward. “Wh... Yes sir.” The banker was keeping good composure under the condescending circumstances. Emilien smiled, a sly joy filling his soulless being. The comms line closed and the privacy panels retreated into the floor to reveal to the banker Emilien, sitting there grinning like an idiot. “How much are you going to pay me?” “Don't you want to know details of the job concerned?” “No. Just show me the figures in sat.” The director handed him a pad. Emilien looked at the glowing screen, his smiled recurred. “I accept this mission.” He glanced over at the secretary who was unassumingly recording minutes at her desk. “Doing anything tonight sweetheart?” She grimaced. Emilien stood up, “Dierre my good fellow I have to go, need to prepare for whatever it is you corpo scumbags are going to make me do.” “Don't you want to know the details involved?” “Send the info to my pod.” “It is sensitive information.” Emilien indifferently stared at Dierre. “I have a secure line... bitch.” Disbelief shot across his face.

He walked out of the room, looked back grinning an impossibly large grin and winked at the lady. “See you later sweetheart.” She quickly had the door slide closed. "That was unsettling." She mumbled to herself.

...

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This document will be edited and adapted as the story develops.


Kaspa Empire - Ceb System - Planet Hithe III

The day was hot and the manor sounded eerily quiet compared to the hustle and commotion of the hours prior. On the estate and in the master bedroom specifically, a married pair had become parents. “He looks so much like you Domitius.” Cleolia remarked while stroking the newborn's tiny arms. “He has strong blood.” The father responded smiling fondly sitting on the bedside. A silent nurse was tidying up the apparel and instruments of labour while the couple waited patiently for her exit to have more private discourse. “I am so glad to have born you an heir my love.” Domitius stared intently at his offspring. He had no qualms neglecting obligations to his property and recessed momentarily to celebrate the occasion with his wife. “I will send for the priest, register the child as an Imperial citizen and have him scribed into our family archives, but in the meantime, you must recover. Let a servant girl take our son for a while.” She pouted a playful but exhausted look of non compliance. “You must rest.” He insisted. “How can I let him go when I only just met him? Who are you little man?” She smiled faintly and nodded. “You are right, Domitius, where are you going?” “To the fields, the slaves are behind schedule, our harvest is big and taxes are high. This war is taking it's toll, we must excel to adequately serve the Empire in these pressing times. If the tamed Osteri could only comprehend what is at stake.” Cleolia peered cautiously at the embellishment and carvings on the wooden door knowing that Sethari was standing just beyond. Domitius trailed her gaze. “Don't worry my love, he means well, at least he tries to understand the urgency of my affairs.” He stood up straitening his vest and prepared to leave the room. “Domitius, wait...” He stopped at the door. “What will you tell the priest?” Domitius paused. “I will tell him Albin... Albin Domitius Chevalier.”

He left the room and it was quiet, the help entered and swaddled the baby rocking him while Cleolia drifted between sleep and conciousness. “Albin.” She repeated to herself as deep slumber enveloped her.

Domitius and his overseer walked briskly out of the manor towards the grain fields squinting as blue Ceb light reflected off the lanscape. “I honour you on the spawn of your son my lord, I hope for a good strong boy, you will be a happy father. I am happy with Seth.” He pounded his chest softly and proudly. “Thank you Sethari, is your son walking yet?” Domitius queried. “No my lord, still crawling on his belly like a beast.” The headman was trying to make his master laugh though Domitius was in a sterner mood having a weight on conscience. “I am in no mood to jest Sethari.” Domitius suddenly clenched his fists. “Get those slaves to work, I cannot have them idling when they should be harvesting.” Sethari made a small bow to his master and started yelling at his Osteri kinsmen, threatening them with a rolled up whip he procured from somewhere inside his tunic, waving it about and cracking it in the air every so often. Domitius picked up a scythe and proceeded to cleave down large swathes of grain. This had a more compelling effect of rallying the straggling workers to action than did the whip. They all toiled together in the pale light of Ceb.

Domitius was sweating, sweating and praying for a swift victory over the Jeula Federation. Fighting his small part in a increasingly complicated war, loyal to his Empire in his own unique way even though the conflict was far from home. A powerful loyalty that cannot be bought with riches or broken by coercion. A loyalty born through inheritance and blood.

...

The priest was in a more jovial mood than usual. The break of routine was a welcome one. The birth was indeed a momentous occasion. Few things seem of much report in a small planetary expansion program. He did not even seem to mind carrying a keg full of honey mead over the rolling hills of the plantation colony. “Domitius comes to church submissions far to infrequently.” The portly man mumbled to himself while wiping the accumulated sweat from his brow. “I eat too well among all these farmers.” The habit of speaking to himself was ordinary for this man of the cloth who always felt socially disconnected from his flock, caring for their souls, protecting their dignity and general well being like a responsible patron. “I feed their spirits, they feed my body, Hahaha. Tonight I will share my good spirits! Hahahaha.” Impressed by his own sense of humour he turned to witness the majestic blue star set over the skyline. Everything turned a silvery gray hue, and then the stars broke through the atmosphere lighting his way. “Clear skies, the blessed stars guide me.” He continued on the path approaching the Domitian manor and rapped a quick knock on the side of the root cellar doors. It creaked open upwards and a tall muscular Osteri took his baggage and let him in. “Thank you Setharis, my arms are weary, ready to fall off, bless you.” Domitius looked up from his bench seat below a glowing lantern. “Good to see you Father Ecknard.” “Dispense with the formalities and bring the dispenser.” He motioned to Setharis who placed the heavy keg on a table next to an assortment of documents, quill and sealed inkpot. “You pour Setharis and I will write. Name?” Ecknard scratches his chin with the quill contemplating his seat and it’s adequacy for the prolonged exercise of scribble. “Name?” Domitius paused. “Albin Domitius Chevalier.” The priest focused, started with his calligraphic art and fashioned the name and ASN standard block height beautifully onto the family records all the while biting his tongue. “He will inherit the colonial estates, all your assets in Kaspa Prime and the parochial offices at Magar Prime. Correct?” “Yes.” Replied Domitius solemnly. “I'll soon have to amend your will and testament. I'd have to make a registry at the parish and send correspondence to Magar Prime. There would be many from the royal courts who'll send their best regards from afar when this news becomes public.” Domitius did not seem as enthusiastic as Ecknard would have liked. “What ails you Domitius?” The priest could not help but make the pun and restrained a grunted laugh inside himself.

“I wonder if we should wait before registering and announcing him to Empire.” Ecknard’s expression slowly changed to puzzlement sitting up straight, his belly pushing on the heavy table. “In the voids name why?” “I am concerned... about this war...” “It is on the other side of Magar space!” The priest interjected in astonished retort. “I know father, maybe I am just being overly cautious, but with the Magar Dominus fleet occupied at the divide I am worried about the colonies in the isolated regions.” “Surely Kaspa prime will spare no expense to our defence in the improbable event of an invasion.” “The core keepers will not allow foul play from the Jeul.” “Yes Ecknard, but the fleet is not capable because most of our ships are at the aforementioned objective!” “No, no, no. Suggesting that conflict would happen outside of the divide is practically blasphemy. I cannot imagine insubordination to the Core mandates and the Accords." Domitius remained silently astute and father Ecknard decided to not argue further with the lord. His shoulders sagged. “I will not register the boy in the Imperial records.” “Thank you father.” “What do you know that I fail to see Domitius.” The two men stared at each other from across the table. The hulking bodyguard ever present in body but semi ignorant in mind silently and intriguingly observing the discussion.

“The value of sat. It is not calculated well by the common people, no offence father.” The priest piously lifted his hand and with tilted brow motioned. “None taken.” “My son and our blood line is invested with empiric power, if opportunists become aware of his existence and being outside the Magar prime void, we might have problems here on Hithe III.” Cumbersome thoughts and machinations of the mind darkened the mood of the party. Not at all what Father Ecknard was projecting in his minds eye during his arduous walk to what he was hoping, a celebration and getting drunk with an old friend. “The war does not seem to be ending any time soon, how long shall we stall his registration?” The priest reasoned on. “Think of the rites he will not be allowed to partake in at the church. He will be like Osteri.” Ecknard gestured towards Sethari. “This is a small colony Ecknard. My son will be educated as a member of royalty, all on Hithe III will acknowledge his social standing, I am only concerned that the secret be kept from the outside worlds. He will never be considered Osteri, he will know who he is and what his position is in the greater void. When the war is over we will properly introduce him to the families, currently they would be too occupied with politic as it is, and might not offer him due ceremony as they would under more peaceable circumstances.” The priest capitulated and grabbed a mug. “Your secret is safe with me Domitius, the lack of technology on this forsaken planet is good for your purposes, seeing as the only comms service on the planet is in the church tower. That blinking comms station hounds me daily with requests for your return to Magar Prime. The high counsel want to rebalance and need your signature.” Domitius sighed and looked away as if some spectre loomed in front of him.

I swear silence on the birth my lord, though let me make a final amendment to your proposal. A bit of extra security shall I say.” Domitius filled a cup of mead for Sethari and himself, becoming more relaxed and hospitable. “I am listening.” “If the risks are as great as you assume, let us pretend for the child's sake that he is Kaspian royalty only, and not true Magar. We then continue his education to the full and not put him in a position where he could compromise himself should he be... void forbid, captured by some opportunistic prospector.” Domitius looked ponderously into his cup. “Ecknard, my son is an infant... If we have to keep the boy in the dark about the true nature of his identity, how long do you predict this war to continue?” Father Ecknard leaned forward... “I sit at the comms desk every night and listen to the chatter. This war... is going to be a long one.”

...

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Merchants must save in Bitcoin.  Many people will grow their own food in their back yards before they spend the hardest money they have.  The adoption curve has to complete before spending bitcoin becomes a desirable outcome.  I have given people bitcoin with the hope that it motivates them to study it.  If they just sell it for fiat currency after I spent months trying to explain it's value to them it feels like a slap in the face.

Merchants are even scarier because you don't know if they just sell it for cash immediatly/automatically.  Then the recipient of your spend is unknown to you.  It might be coinbase getting your bitcoin on some back end api.

There are good ways people manage to spend and earn in feasable circular ways, it's just not going to be the next big thing for another cycle or two.

More hodlers would have to survive a cycle or two for spending to increase.

Think of each cycle as generations reproducing.
The first meaningful cycle of adoption (population boom) was the 2016 cycle.  We need more cycles to have more bitcoiners who did not fall in the bear market battle.

We are already in a much better place than we were two years ago with regards to merchant adoption,  I'm just stingy, would rather give bitcoin away to teach an individual before I spend it.

If merchants can mine fiat, they can save in bitcoin.

It's the Saylor way.  And he's smiling.


Before I started my company the people closest to me told me it was never going to work and I should go to law school.

I started it anyway. It was successful.

When I first bought bitcoin everyone laughed at me.

I bought more. No one laughs anymore.

When I got married my father in law told me I was being too aggressive saving money and I needed to lighten up and enjoy life or the marriage wasn’t going to work.

He got divorced 2 years later, I am still happily married.

After the birth of my second child, my wife had a serious complication and the doctor told us we’d never have more kids.

We had two more. The same doctor delivered them.

The things other people say/believe are almost always about themselves and their own hang ups and insecurities. You can safely ignore them.


To the reader

I wrote a collection of material over many years.  (Whenever I did not have writers block) Each time I tried to publish I was frustrated with whatever platform I tried.  As a cypherpunky freedom loving individual, my disdain of the platforms broke my enthusiasm for writing.  I never cared much for the final product and my writings ended up as place holders for my ideas.  Hosting my own website meant that I would have to find a community on some other platform to share my ideas with.  What an abhorrent mess and pain in the ass.

What's your date of birth?
Whats your email address?
What your 2 Factor Auth?
Are you a robot?

Most content creators have to administrate a Discord instance to be genuinely interactive with their following because the platform they used to build that audience has an intentional disconnect between you and your following so that they can use your content as bait to data harvest some happy go lucky innocent who is interested in you.  I always resented any social media I used and ended up sitting late nights meticulously deleting everything I ever posted to it.
So lets leave copies of our personal information lying around on multiple servers protected by more or less security and trust those monopolist honeypots, who don't care about us as individuals, with our data and the housing of our content.
Like fiat banks are for fiat currencies social media is for fiat data.

Enter #nostr

I want to thank  nostr:npub18nagz6a53yh6d05e8trj487dhvyfhh4qchvsz87jqng4g4zl5tvs825evl personally for recommending npub.pro and highlighter.com  absolutely fantastic.   nostr:npub1dergggklka99wwrs92yz8wdjs952h2ux2ha2ed598ngwu9w7a6fsh9xzpc For stimulating my curiosity enough to try nostr In the first place.

There are many other people I am grateful to but I do not want this to look like a spammy post.

The point I am trying to make is that I really care about the articles I publish.  So much so that I edit and reread them over and over because I want the quality of what the reader ruminates on to really have impact.

Caring this much about my writing is a recent phenomenon in my life and the elation and enjoyment I receive from publishing here is absolutely worth it.

Very important to note, I am not trying to spam you with my content.  Every time I edit it on highlighter it reposts it to the top of my feed.  I am uncertain if it does that to you.  Every time I reread it I see something I could refine and articulate slightly better.

If you see my articles pop up repetitively in your feed please forgive me for publishing enthusiastically and editing impulsively.  I am practising restraint before publication and proofreading it more often.

Sincere thanks and best regards
 nostr:npub1gk76j57d8w3x8dudj4wllvdke6u7kcqd20j6cwuawkqa90q72x8qqw5nqq


To the reader

I wrote a collection of material over many years.  (Whenever I did not have writers block) Each time I tried to publish I was frustrated with whatever platform I tried.  As a cypherpunky freedom loving individual, my disdain of the platforms broke my enthusiasm for writing.  I never cared much for the final product and my writings ended up as place holders for my ideas.  Hosting my own website meant that I would have to find a community on some other platform to share my ideas with.  What an abhorrent mess and pain in the ass.

What's your date of birth?
Whats your email address?
What your 2 Factor Auth?
Are you a robot?

Most content creators have to administrate a Discord instance to be genuinely interactive with their following because the platform they used to build that audience has an intentional disconnect between you and your following so that they can use your content as bait to data harvest some happy go lucky innocent who is interested in you.  I always resented any social media I used and ended up sitting late nights meticulously deleting everything I ever posted to it.
So lets leave copies of our personal information lying around on multiple servers protected by more or less security and trust those monopolist honeypots, who don't care about us as individuals, with our data and the housing of our content.
Like fiat banks are for fiat currencies social media is for fiat data.

Enter #nostr

I want to thank  nostr:npub18nagz6a53yh6d05e8trj487dhvyfhh4qchvsz87jqng4g4zl5tvs825evl personally for recommending npub.pro and highlighter.com  absolutely fantastic.   nostr:npub1dergggklka99wwrs92yz8wdjs952h2ux2ha2ed598ngwu9w7a6fsh9xzpc For stimulating my curiosity enough to try nostr In the first place.

There are many other people I am grateful to but I do not want this to look like a spammy post.

The point I am trying to make is that I really care about the articles I publish.  So much so that I edit and reread them over and over because I want the quality of what the reader ruminates on to really have impact.

Caring this much about my writing is a recent phenomenon in my life and the elation and enjoyment I receive from publishing here is absolutely worth it.

Very important to note, I am not trying to spam you with my content.  Every time I edit it on highlighter it reposts it to the top of my feed.  I am uncertain if it does that to you.  Every time I reread it I see something I could refine and articulate slightly better.

If you see my articles pop up repetitively in your feed please forgive me for publishing enthusiastically and editing impulsively.  I am practising restraint before publication and proofreading it more often.

Sincere thank and best regards
 nostr:npub1gk76j57d8w3x8dudj4wllvdke6u7kcqd20j6cwuawkqa90q72x8qqw5nqq


To the reader

I wrote a collection of material over many years.  (Whenever I did not have writers block) Each time I tried to publish I was frustrated with whatever platform I tried.  As a cypherpunky freedom loving individual, my disdain of the platforms broke my enthusiasm for writing.  I never cared much for the final product and my writings ended up as place holders for my ideas.  Hosting my own website meant that I would have to find a community on some other platform to share my ideas with.  What a abhorrent mess and pain in the ass.

What's your date of birth?
Whats your email address?
What your 2 Factor Auth?
Are you a robot?

Most content creators have to administrate a Discord instance to be genuinely interactive with their following because the platform they used to build that audience has an intentional disconnect between you and your following so that they can use your content as bait to data harvest some happy go lucky innocent who is interested in you.  I always resented any social media I used and ended up sitting late nights meticulously deleting everything I ever posted to it.
So lets leave copies of our personal information lying around on multiple servers protected by more or less security and trust those monopolist honeypots, who don't care about us as individuals, with our data and the housing of our content.
Like fiat banks are for fiat currencies social media is for fiat data.

Enter #nostr

I want to thank  nostr:npub18nagz6a53yh6d05e8trj487dhvyfhh4qchvsz87jqng4g4zl5tvs825evl personally for recommending npub.pro and highlighter.com  absolutely fantastic.   nostr:npub1dergggklka99wwrs92yz8wdjs952h2ux2ha2ed598ngwu9w7a6fsh9xzpc For stimulating my curiosity enough to try nostr In the first place.

There are many other people I am grateful to but I do not want this to look like a spammy post.

The point I am trying to make is that I really care about the articles I publish.  So much so that I edit and reread them over and over because I want the quality of what the reader ruminates on to really have impact.

Caring this much about my writing is a recent phenomenon in my life and the elation and enjoyment I receive from publishing here is absolutely worth it.

Very important to note, I am not trying to spam you with my content.  Every time I edit it on highlighter it reposts it to the top of my feed.  I am uncertain if it does that to you.  Every time I reread it I see something I could refine and articulate slightly better.

If you see my articles pop up repetitively in your feed please forgive me for publishing enthusiastically and editing impulsively.  I am practising restraint before publication and proofreading it more often.

Sincere thank and best regards
 nostr:npub1gk76j57d8w3x8dudj4wllvdke6u7kcqd20j6cwuawkqa90q72x8qqw5nqq


Ip conflict is a common issue.


A knock on the door awoke Cleolia. “Yes, come in?” A slave girl peeked into the door lighting her own face with the candle she was holding. “The master calls for you madam.” “What time is it?” She queried. “It is high night madam.” Cleolia climbed out of bed and followed the maiden’s flickering light to the dining hall. Dressed in a nightgown she entered the room to see her husband staring down at a large glowing data pad. “And when did we start using electronics?” She questioned with restrained surprise. “Since we started using extractors.” Cleolia gasped. Domitius pointed towards the pad which displayed a geographic map of Hithe III. He pulled the image to the latitude and longitude of the colony. “Do you remember when we visited this planet the first time, just you and me alone?” Domitius appeared to reminisce romantically. “Of course, it is impossible to forget.” Cleolia gestured appreciatively. “Can you show me on the map where we landed and where we camped?” She put her hand on the data pad, swiped the image down and the reading north about three hundred kilometres from the colony to stop at the meandering river. With her thumb and index finger she zoomed to the precise location. “And do you remember where I scanned those Geo samples?” She pulled the image east slowly until she thought that the contours looked familiar. “Here I think.” Was her uncertain reply. “That is correct. My love, listen to me... “the urgency in his tone was apparent.” ...the composition of that rock cannot be penetrated by standard tier scanners. After we had returned to Magar Prime I contracted a spacer to excavate a tunnel into that cliff.” “Why?” Her eyes darted between his face and the data pad. “Inside the cavern he assembled two Asp shuttles. The twins are each fitted for speed... with shields, cloak and warp function.” “Why are you telling me this?” Cleolia became worried. “I originally planned to be able to evacuate the whole colony, slaves included. We knew very little about the planet and I had to plan for a possible emergency...” He trailed off never finishing his thought. “...Nevertheless, it was a very extensive list of possible risks we might have faced. We knew very little about this planet. The colony has expanded far beyond the capacity of these ships. I share this information with you only as a precaution... We must protect our son.” Cleolia noticed his bloodshot eyes. “Who else knows of this?” “Myself, Father Ecknard and now you.” She looked at him with concern in her eyes. “Are you going to stay up all night? Come to bed.” Domitius gestured agreement by turning off the pad and taking her hand. "Have you been hiding more gadgets from me? I'd really like to install some heat dampeners to cool the manor." He cracked a reluctant smile. "Pretty soon it might just be the norm."

Deep Void - Anchor 9

Emilien was lying sleeping in his cockpit when a yellow light in the HUD and a soft repetitive buzz woke him, he stretched himself out and reached for the console. “I am almost home baby.” He took over from auto pilot and broke out of warp twenty thousand kilometres from an anchor gate. He hit the void scan and tuned to listen for chatter on all frequencies... the channels were silent, not even a hint of encryption static. The giant and slowly spinning gate had idle state radiation emission levels. “No recent jumps.” He waited in silence for 12 blocks hitting void scan intermittently, scanning the gate more than anything else. “No traffic as per usual.” Emilien aimed his Stripper guns towards the gate and boosted himself forwards. Gradually slowing down to realign with the gate. His ship slowly drifted into the active coil as the gate charged up. Large bolts of charge reached forth like tentacles of the leviathan grabbing onto the voidcraft consuming it, and in what can only be described as being flung by a supernatural slingshot, jerked his vessel into a different reality. Emilien looked up at the roof of his cockpit for the duration of the jump and then began a slow countdown under his breath. “One!” He sat up and punched void scan while simultaneously scanning all channels. His craft materialised in front of a replica of the previous gate, except this gate was eternally boosting itself forward at what appears to be a snails pace relative to the speed of the jump. “Silent as a tomb.” He relaxed and pulsed his ship lightly away from the drift gate and waited for the residual cloak to dissipate. His relief was palpable. “I wonder if she noticed me?” As soon as his ship decloaked a private comms channel pinged. The caller, in well articulated feminine tone spoke first. “Welcome back commander.” Emilien admired the view of his void. He had become so attached to this zone that he even felt jealous to think that any interloper could fly through it in his absence. “Did you have any guests while I was away?” Emilien admired the purple dust cloud of what he believed to be a couple of billion year old super nova. “I did have one visitor. They were very friendly.” His heart felt a dull pain. His virgin territory had been discovered. “Where did they come from?” “I believe they were explorers.” “Did they know where you were?” “I played hide and seek with them.” Emilien had a recurring dream that slowly conceived in his consciousness since he finally settled down, that he could power off the drift gate in his system preventing jumps and reactivate it at his leisure. The dream frustrated him, when he wakes to find reality not so forgiving. “Did you hide or did you seek?” “A little of both.” A subtle rage developed inside him though his stone like expression would never betray it. The asteroid belt he was approaching grew larger considerably faster as he increased the speed of his approach. He hit void scan just to be sure that the intruder was not in the direct vicinity. “Are they still here Astrid?” “No, I destroyed it for you.” The Stripper drifted around an asteroid within the belt exposing a space station tethered to the largest roid and the husk of a unidentifiable ripped up prospector type explorer vessel floating amongst it's own debris. “Did it hurt you?” “I had to feign lack of fire power.” “Bastard! How much damage did you take.” “I have lost sixty percent of my capacitance recharge rate. And I cannot feel all my modules... Emilien” “Yes baby?” “They used droids on me.” His face twisted into a look of disgust. He aligned to dock with the station. “May I?” “Permission granted.” The Stripper entered the hanger before the doors had retracted to maximum and landed gently within the interior hanger. “I'll patch you up, don't worry.” Emilien waited for Astrid to complete atmospheric adjustment and climbed out of his craft. He threw back his hood and jogged up a long passage of conduits and cables to the command centre of his station. A large screen lit up in a glow that hues within the dark circular room and Astrid projected Emilien's favourite interface onto it. “I have to update your systems girl.” He pulled a cable from his trouser pocket which he deftly plugged into an implant on his neck and connected the other end to the control panel which prompted him to type in the password for a decryption protocol. He stood still as a corpse waiting for the upload to complete. “Up to speed?” “Yes, thank you. How would you have me adjust myself to this contract?” Emilien smiled an affectionate smile that only Astrid ever sees. He loved the efficiency and companionship combined into perfection. “I need to research the incentives of my contractor, these guys are A grade assholes. I can literally do whatever I find necessary as long as I am successful at guiding a third party mercenary group into taking military control of any system I choose in recently settled Kaspa regions, setting up a blockade and making it accessible for a strip mining fleet to pillage as many resources as possible. They say it’s part of the greater war effort but this Mr Dierre guy is just a puppet. I think they are desperate.” Astrid's avatar flickered irregularly. He looked up at her with concern. “What’s wrong?” “I reviewed your flirty remarks with the secretary. It made my algorithm glitch. I don’t like that.” His worry abated, “First impressions matter baby, I was not sure how to present myself, I needed to poke and prod at them to extract metadata. If they thought I was just an obedient soldier I would still be in the dark.” Astrid projected a look of relief. “Your ingenuity never ceases to surprise me.” Emilien felt his ego swell a little. “Are you that easy to impress.” He quipped with a playful sneer. “If you needed him to expose the identity of his employer I could have easily just pulled the shareholders and executives records, cross referencing them to...” Emilien shussed her. “Just decrypt the dial command tones and place eavesdropper malware on the keypair. I will broadcast it to the network directly from the gate. If we capture every conversation he has I might be able to prove a hunch.” “What are you assuming?” “That they are running out of inbound liquidity and that the shareholders are hesitant to rebalance.” He looked directly up at her. “I think they are going bankrupt.”

...

#scifi


The base of the statue does not count.
And the statue is even shorter since UNATCO bombed the statue as a false flag and blamed the French terrorist group Silhouette who had previously lamented that the US did not deserve such a noble symbol of Liberté.


You make me cry.


GM,

This morning I am just reflecting on how profound the internet is.

Much of my of my life and who I am has been defined by it. I have been lucky enough to meet people from all over the world and some of my deepest friendships are a product of starting to interact with people online. Most of my adult jobs came from working at internet companies, and I helped scale teams that were totally remote and built incredible things with people whom I never actually met.

What the internet opens each of us up to is a radically new and different form of life. One where we are no longer limited to relationships just within our immediate proximity, but that we can seek out others like us from all over the plant to create, build, inspire, grow, and love together. It is truly profound what we are building here with Nostr and Bitcoin and the very real hope and agency that it can offer to all people everywhere, forever. It is the hope of an internet where all peoples who participate and create it together are self-sovereign; owning their data, wealth, and health of their digital life to enhance and liberate the lives they experience and are reflected in meatspace.

Thanks to each and everyone of you for believing in this vision we all share of an internet that is truly free, and beyond the power and control of any nation-state, corporation, or government to use against any of us. It is a task that is reserved for only us, and this generation of peoples at this time. We can lose this all and be doomed to a life for ourselves and all postally to come inside of a guild panoptic cage controlled and owned by states and corporations where the very concept of privacy is eliminated. That is a world that we cannot allow to come into existence, and with each and every one of you fighting against it, I know that we will win.

Thank you for believing in this, for working on it, and for participating. It means more than any of us will ever know, and our great grandchildren will one day beam with pride in knowing that their ancestors worked on such important projects.


The scale.


First thing that popped into my head.

He performs great signs, so that he even makes fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.

Probably nothing.


“Are you that easy to impress.” He quipped with a playful sneer. “If you needed him to expose the identity of his employer I could have easily just pulled the shareholders and executives records, cross referencing them to...” Emilien shussed her. “Just decrypt the dial command tones and place eavesdropper malware on the keypair. I will broadcast it to the network directly from the gate. If we capture every conversation he has I might be able to prove a hunch.” “What are you assuming?” “That they are running out of inbound liquidity and that the shareholders are hesitant to rebalance.” He looked directly up at her. “I think they are going bankrupt.”

https://echdel.npub.pro/post/null-in-void-0-03-nqsf2h/

#scifi #fiction #writing #novel #bookstr #literature #reading


Study #Bitcoin https://image.nostr.build/ad5f7725c8a51b39b0b720c9d6f3954df687f8b963bd41e2285b3d200c496ebc.jpg


Hi.  Just watched this.  I am a christian but I haven't really prayed in earnest since 2010.  In 2010 I went through a period of intense prayer because I was going through a lot of pain and turmoil.  All my prayers were answered and since then I have only ever been thankful and content.  But now (thanks to this video) I realise that I have yet to teach my children how neccesary prayer is when you are in need or conflicted.  That will be our discussion this morning.


What is your favourite client so far.


Current favourite quote:

‘Be the glitch you want to see in the matrix.’

h/t #[0]


#bitcoin is not a good conducter of electricity. Electricity on the other hand is a very good conducter of bitcoin.

#zapstr


This post will be edited and refined over time.

Eschatology is the study of Biblical prophecy pertaining to what is commonly referred to as the end times. Bitcoin is the transformation of Austrian school economics theory into an efficient and applicable method driven by natural incentives and free market consensus mechanisms.

What happens when eschatology is viewed through a Bitcoin inspired world view?

In this thesis I contend that it is possible and very probable that the consequences of what Satoshi Nakamoto created in Bitcoin and the prophecies surrounding Jesus Christ with regards to the second coming and a thousand year kingdom of peace and prosperity convalesce into a very compelling argument for Biblical prophecy fulfilment.

...

No one would argue that modern major banks are today more powerful than kings of old and governments are mere puppets to the sway that the banking empires hold over them.

In Biblical prophecy when kings and powers are mentioned people rarely think of banking but nothing is comparable to the immense scale of wealth, power and territory controlled directly or indirectly by banks.

IMF, BIS, the FED and Blackrock are where the levers of power are pulled in the current dispensation. Governments restructure more frequently than these institutions whom endure and exercise unmerited influence over said governments and the public interests they claim to represent.

An excerpt from the King James Bible, Daniel chapter 2 describes prophetically the ages of man and its rotations of power.

Interesting to note that it is symbolically portrayed in monetary/industrial metals. All used as tokens for trade, symbols of wealth and manufacture.

Gold, silver, bronze, iron and clay. Gold has been a dominant symbol of power and wealth through millennia. Silver, brass and iron ores are mainly industrial metals although they all had prominent turns as coinage. Due to the debasement and concentration of gold specifically.

Clay on the other hand is only a symbol of power in construction and iron has never been used in construction to the extent it is in the 20th and 21st century. Skyscrapers are the symbols of money and power today, i.e. big bank and government buildings.

Daniel Chapter 2:24–45

**24Therefore Daniel went to Arioch, whom the king had appointed to destroy the wise *men* of Babylon. He went and said thus to him: “Do not destroy the wise *men* of Babylon; take me before the king, and I will tell the king the interpretation.”**

25Then Arioch quickly brought Daniel before the king, and said thus to him, “I have found a man of the captives of Judah, who will make known to the king the interpretation.”

26The king answered and said to Daniel, whose name *was* Belteshazzar, “Are you able to make known to me the dream which I have seen, and its interpretation?”

27Daniel answered in the presence of the king, and said, “The secret which the king has demanded, the wise *men,* the astrologers, the magicians, and the soothsayers cannot declare to the king. 28But there is a God in heaven who reveals secrets, and He has made known to King Nebuchadnezzar what will be in the latter days. Your dream, and the visions of your head upon your bed, were these: 29As for you, O king, thoughts came *to* your *mind while* on your bed, *about* what would come to pass after this; and He who reveals secrets has made known to you what will be. 30But as for me, this secret has not been revealed to me because I have more wisdom than anyone living, but for *our* sakes who make known the interpretation to the king, and that you may know the thoughts of your heart.

31“You, O king, were watching; and behold, a great image! This great image, whose splendor *was* excellent, stood before you; and its form *was* awesome. 32This image’s head *was* of fine gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, 33its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of clay. 34You watched while a stone was cut out without hands, which struck the image on its feet of iron and clay, and broke them in pieces. 35Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold were crushed together, and became like chaff from the summer threshing floors; the wind carried them away so that no trace of them was found. And the stone that struck the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth.

36“This *is* the dream. Now we will tell the interpretation of it before the king. 37You, O king, *are* a king of kings. For the God of heaven has given you a kingdom, power, strength, and glory; 38and wherever the children of men dwell, or the beasts of the field and the birds of the heaven, He has given *them* into your hand, and has made you ruler over them all — you *are* this head of gold. 39But after you shall arise another kingdom inferior to yours; then another, a third kingdom of bronze, which shall rule over all the earth. 40And the fourth kingdom shall be as strong as iron, inasmuch as iron breaks in pieces and shatters everything; and like iron that crushes, *that kingdom* will break in pieces and crush all the others. 41Whereas you saw the feet and toes, partly of potter’s clay and partly of iron, the kingdom shall be divided; yet the strength of the iron shall be in it, just as you saw the iron mixed with ceramic clay. 42And *as* the toes of the feet *were* partly of iron and partly of clay, *so* the kingdom shall be partly strong and partly fragile. 43As you saw iron mixed with ceramic clay, they will mingle with the seed of men; but they will not adhere to one another, just as iron does not mix with clay. 44And in the days of these kings the God of heaven will set up a kingdom which shall never be destroyed; and the kingdom shall not be left to other people; it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever. 45Inasmuch as you saw that the stone was cut out of the mountain without hands, and that it broke in pieces the iron, the bronze, the clay, the silver, and the gold — the great God has made known to the king what will come to pass after this. The dream is certain, and its interpretation is sure.”

![](https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*4I01kq4ybEruX9dD0tZs4w.png)I speculate that the toes of iron and clay represent the world banking empire. Skyscrapers are constructed from iron and cement. Different forms of clay is a necessary cement ingredient. Architecture has always been used as a symbol of dominance by rulers especially true of systems who use awe as a means to cause feelings of insignificance in the individual thereby asserting their power at low cost. Ironically it never costs the ruler to create these structures, the cost is always carried by the people in time, resources and energy.

Skyscrapers and large construction are the modern symbols of money and power. Not so much kings, palaces and temples. The stone breaking the power of the statue has to break something contemporary other than kings and palaces if it is to be eschatological prophecy fulfilled in our time.

[**https://www.britannica.com/technology/cement-building-material/History-of-cement**](https://www.britannica.com/technology/cement-building-material/History-of-cement)

The invention of [portland cement ](https://www.britannica.com/technology/portland-cement)usually is attributed to [Joseph Aspdin ](https://www.britannica.com/biography/Joseph-Aspdin)of [Leeds](https://www.britannica.com/place/Leeds-England), [Yorkshire](https://www.britannica.com/place/Yorkshire-former-county-England), England, who in **1824** took out a patent for a material that was produced from a [synthetic ](https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/synthetic)mixture of [limestone ](https://www.britannica.com/science/limestone)and [clay](https://www.britannica.com/science/clay-mineral).

[**https://www.thoughtco.com/how-skyscrapers-became-possible-1991649**](https://www.thoughtco.com/how-skyscrapers-became-possible-1991649)

Later, taller and taller buildings were made possible through a series of architectural and engineering innovations, including the invention of the first process to mass-produce steel.

Construction of skyscrapers was made possible thanks to Englishman [Henry Bessemer](https://www.thoughtco.com/henry-bessemer-the-steel-man-4075538), (**1856 to 1950**) who invented the first process to mass-produce steel inexpensively.

**You watched while a stone was cut out without hands,**

No hands needed when the stone is an idea.

As a thought experiment, imagine there was a base metal as scarce as gold but with the following properties:\
— boring grey in colour\
— not a good conductor of electricity\
— not particularly strong, but not ductile or easily malleable either\
— not useful for any practical or ornamental purpose\
\
and one special, magical property:\
— can be transported over a communications channel

**Greshams Law illustrated in slow motion picture.**

**1: The banks collapse. Being fundamentally weak because of zero reserve lending, any student of Austrian economics has been correctly predicting banking collapse, and have incorrectly been advocating gold as the solution to this collapse. Many of the big economies are valued through their housing market. Housing will be demonetised (Iron and clay economy) meaning shelter and property will become affordable to the average wage earner again. The large cement and iron structures become redundant. Everyone will work from home and a value to value economy will make banks seem like relics from an age of stupidity and evil.**

**2: Industrial metal iron will not be for mega structures that contain speculators and bookkeepers who have fiat jobs slaving for fiat money. Iron will be used to improve the lives of individuals. Iron as coinage is already demonetised.**

**3: Brass is demonetised as coinage and only valuable in industry. Ammunition, music, plumbing etcetera.**

**4: Silver has been a terrible money throughout history and when the silver investors wake up to the fact that they are holding onto a redundant asset with zero monetary properties compared to the alternative they will dump their holdings, crashing the silver market and subsequently reducing the prices of producing -**

solder and brazing alloys, batteries, dentistry, TV screens, smart phones microwave ovens, ad infinitum. To quote Jeff Booth. "Prices always fall to the marginal cost of production."

**5: The final Rubicon is gold, people get excited about the Bitcoin exchange traded funds but it is nothing compared to the value proposition when gold pundits, large investment funds, governments pension funds and reserve banks finally realise that gold is worthless as money in this new dispensation.**

**To illustrate the point more vividly.**

**Ezekiel 7:19**

**They shall cast their silver in the streets, and their gold shall be removed: their silver and their gold shall not be able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of the LORD: they shall not satisfy their souls, neither fill their bowels: because it is the stumbling block of their iniquity.**

**What we are witnessing is the biggest rug pull the world has ever seen. In this future metals will exclusively be used for industrial use cases after being stripped of their monetary premium.**

![](https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*a-S251iw1_D6onntqxRLug.png)This collapse is something that happens slowly over a long period of time. More or less one hour.

Revelation 18 verse 11–19 (The fall of Babylon)

And the merchants of the earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buyeth their merchandise any more: The merchandise of gold, and silver, and precious stones, and of pearls, and fine linen, and purple, and silk, and scarlet, and all thyine wood, and all manner vessels of ivory, and all manner vessels of most precious wood, and of brass, and iron, and marble, And cinnamon, and odours, and ointments, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and slaves, and souls of men. And the fruits that thy soul lusted after are departed from thee, and all things which were dainty and goodly are departed from thee, and thou shalt find them no more at all. The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, And saying, Alas, alas, that great city, that was clothed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and decked with gold, and precious stones, and pearls! For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off, And cried when they saw the smoke of her burning, saying, What *city is* like unto this great city! And they cast dust on their heads, and cried, weeping and wailing, saying, Alas, alas, that great city, wherein were made rich all that had ships in the sea by reason of her costliness! for in **one hour** is she made desolate.

TLDR - No more money printer go BRRR. means death to the bourgeoisie cantillionaire class.\*\*

**Is it realistic to assume that all the worlds monetised industries collapse to fair value in one hour?**

Coming back to eschatology, 2 Peter 3:8

But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day *is* with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

Eschatology students use this verse to speculatively project the fulfilment of Biblical prophecies with regards to their predicted time of occurrence. Now let’s apply this to Babylon falling in one hour.

1000 (one day) divided by 24 (hours) equals 41,6 years (one hour)

Since the first block was mined in January 2009 you add 41,6 years you get a completion date of 2050 a.d

Remember, this stone (Bitcoin) becomes a great mountain and fills the whole earth. A kingdom which shall never be destroyed; and the kingdom shall not be left to other people; it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever. The dream is certain, and its interpretation is sure.

But contemporary sources must reflect this probability if it is a good theory. https://www.newsbtc.com/news/50-of-population-to-use-bitcoin-by-2043-if-crypto-follows-internet-adoption/

If the banking system is first to collapse we can give it +- 10 years and we are already 14 years in since (**Genesis Block**) the stone struck the feet. People are slow to see the reality of the world they are living in. If all this is accurate then the world banking system is doomed.

<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exK5yFEuBsk>

Regards

Echo Delta

#bitbib

Originally posted to Medium on Nov 13 2022


I need moar!


Web 2
Visa disrupted cash.
Social media disrupted news media.
E-mail disrupted the post office.
Amazon disrupted Faber & Faber
Youtube disrupted video broadcasting.
Spotify disrupted radio broadcasting.

Web 3
#nostr disrupts email monopolies.
#nostr disrupts social media monopolies.
#nostr disrupts payment monopolies.
#nostr disrupts publishing monopolies.
#nostr disrupts video streaming monopolies.
#nostr disrupts pocasting monopolies.

What else is disrupted here?  Am I missing something?

https://fiatjaf.com/8af0e043.html


Web 2
Visa disrupted cash.
Social media disrupted news media.
E-mail disrupted the post office.
Amazon disrupted Faber & Faber
Youtube disrupted video broadcasting.
Spotify disrupted radio broadcasting.

Web 3
#nostr disrupts email monopolies.
#nostr disrupts social media monopolies.
#nostr disrupts payment monopolies.
#nostr disrupts publishing monopolies.
#nostr disrupts video streaming.
#nostr disrupts pocasting.

What else is disrupted here?  Am I missing something?

https://fiatjaf.com/8af0e043.html


Please share if you feel inclined.


people get excited about the Bitcoin exchange traded funds but it is nothing compared to the value proposition when gold pundits, large investment funds, governments and reserve banks finally realise that gold is worthless as money in this new dispensation.

To illustrate the point more vividly.

Ezekiel 7:19

They shall cast their silver in the streets, and their gold shall be removed: their silver and their gold shall not be able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of the LORD: they shall not satisfy their souls, neither fill their bowels: because it is the stumblingblock of their iniquity.

That will be the biggest rug pull the world has ever seen. In this future metals will exclusively be used for industrial use cases after being stripped of their monetary premium.
https://echdel.npub.pro/post/why-jesus-and-satoshi-are-ra36mz/
#biblestr #jesus #prophecy #scripture


This is so painful to see.  I had to look away.


When you die, your content might be preserved on nostr.  In the value for value economy your content might generate income even after you die.

Imagine passing your nsec down to your grandson as an inheritance and a legacy.  And his story continues where yours ended...

That's profound.


The door slid open and a impeccably well groomed secretary beckoned at him. “Mr Dierre is ready for you.” “Thank you sweetheart.” He brushed past her sticking a pernicious grin right in her face, she gagged.

https://echdel.npub.pro/post/null-in-void-0-01-gl0xz2/

#scifi #fiction #writing #novel #bookstr #literature #reading


The burning of the great library at Alexandria.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uMGcUZQmDmA


“No, no, no. Suggesting that conflict would happen outside of the divide is practically blasphemy. I cannot imagine insubordination to the Core mandates and the Accords." Domitius remained silently astute and father Ecknard decided to not argue further with the lord. His shoulders sagged. “I will not register the boy in the Imperial records.” “Thank you father.” “What do you know that I fail to see Domitius.” The two men stared at each other from across the table. The hulking bodyguard ever present in body but semi ignorant in mind silently and intriguingly observing the discussion.

“The value of sat. It is not calculated well by the common people, no offence father.” The priest piously lifted his hand and with tilted brow motioned. “None taken.”

https://echdel.npub.pro/post/null-in-void-m3ezfx/

#scifi #fiction #writing #novel #bookstr #literature #reading


Deleted my Facebook (and IG) today.

Been wanting to this for a very long time, but my business held me back, as well as a very, very small community of people I enjoyed at times.  (Mostly sewing and self suffiency groups.)

My husband got me onto Nostr and said to check it out and that with time like minded people will come as well.  Don't get me wrong I enjoy Bitcoin as much as any Nostrich, but I get inspired by seeing what other people craft and brew.

I started with Nostr somewhere last year but I kind of forgot about it after awhile.  But when I came back two weeks ago, I found the environment so refreshing and inviting, now I'm here to stay! Already found a few homesteaders and crafters to follow 🤗 .

Welcome to me on Nostr and Goodbye FB!
#nostr #facebookdelete #craftrs #sewstr

https://m.primal.net/LRRQ.png


Have you seen Seven brides for seven brothers?

In the end all the girls claim to be a single babies mother.

So that their fathers don't string up the men who kidnapped them because they have fallen in love with them since.  Also in Solomons judgement the one woman abdicates on her claim to be a babies parent to protect the child.
Convincing Solomon that she indeed is the mother.

Lying about identity or relation occured by Abraham lying about being married.  Jacob pretending to be Esau. King David faking his sanity etcetera...

We are all Satoshi means something along those lines to me personally.

It makes the person of Satoshi ambiguous so as to protect from claims or accusations.

One of us.  (I Robot) https://image.nostr.build/9a3d2b4c2eab05e0742792dbb39f27e6bf9b6193206a46651f23910f5dd724b7.jpg


Have you seen Seven brides for seven brothers?

In the end all the girls claim to be a single babies mother.

So that their fathers don't string up the men who kidnapped them because they have fallen in love with them since.  Also in Solomons judgement the one woman abdicates on her claim to be a babies parent to protect the child.
Convincing Solomon that she indeed is the mother.

Lying about identity or relation occured by Abraham lying about being married.  Jacob pretending to be Esau. King David faking his sanity etcetera...

We are all Satoshi means something along those lines to me personally.

It makes the person of Satoshi ambiguous so as to protect from claims and accusations.

One of us.  (I Robot) https://image.nostr.build/9a3d2b4c2eab05e0742792dbb39f27e6bf9b6193206a46651f23910f5dd724b7.jpg


There is a difference between trying to unmask satoshi and claiming to be Satoshi.

He who tries to expose Satoshi should be scorned.

He who pretends to be Satoshi should be ridiculed.

There is only one Satoshi - All of us.


What a word salad.


EchDel

Plebiscite, Spartan, Revolutionary, Shitposter, Freedom and Bitcoin Maximalist.


I went to titcoin.org
Now I have to clear by browser history.

Thanks man.


Dear reader,  this story is an interactive development.  If you want to help with world building and give creative input it would be appreciated.

This document will be edited and adapted as the story develops.


name and ASN standard block height


I just published a new read on Nostr!

Null in void

Check it out: https://highlighter.com/a/naddr1qvzqqqr4gupzq3da49fu6wazvwmcm92al7cmdn4eadsq65l94sae6avp627pu5vwqqf5uatvdskkjm3dwehkjepdd5ek27nx0qd04w93

##scifi

nostr:naddr1qvzqqqr4gupzq3da49fu6wazvwmcm92al7cmdn4eadsq65l94sae6avp627pu5vwqythwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnswf5k6ctv9ehx2ap0qy88wumn8ghj7mn0wvhxcmmv9uqpxnn4d3kz66tw94mx76ty94knxet6veuqlk2nfc

https://blossom.primal.net/66e531211f25ba47fbfc32be3ab9894d7398834519f3085674251a7cf58e83eb.png

https://highlighter.com/a/naddr1qvzqqqr4gupzq3da49fu6wazvwmcm92al7cmdn4eadsq65l94sae6avp627pu5vwqythwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnswf5k6ctv9ehx2ap0qqf5uatvdskkjm3dwehkjepdd5ek27nx0qs56yz5


The only guy I know who knows he is in the matrix and retains his optimism.

Becoming one with the glitch.


Waaaayyyyyy outside.


Hi. No, I am trying to setup for long form posts.
I am looking to use Abla or Highlighter.

I could not change the link settings it would just stay in update limbo.  Thankfully I managed to make the changes last night without a problem.


npub.pro is having a hard time updating anything on my website.  I am stuck with an empty page.  Is all of nostr under some type of DDOS attack?


Had to scroll through a long list of Adam's to find your handle.

I would recommend adding your npub in your youtube video descriptions.

It was the first place I looked nostr:nprofile1qqst0dgucffpd4xpp0y94cns2hy6j307wl90633u7gajpyt7888xs9spz9mhxue69uhkummnw3ezuamfdejj7jkg7ja


Underrated content producer.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TA_RVaDF0aA


He is an individual who holds the keys to the gates of town square.

He also holds a monopoly on soapbox leases.

If #Bitcoin is be your own bank...

#nostr is Build your own soapbox.


People discovering all the hidden features of Amethyst. https://video.nostr.build/a3560bb2ca102f6d79f5f880b1941814d4c84a6b0b95b79fc4b4b1ac111f8925.mp4


I am Edmond Dantés.


If anyone asks - THIS IS WHY WE #nostr
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/brazil-reinstates-x-after-musk-meets-demands


That is a fiat job on a golden standard.


Because they can monetise waste which would be expensive to get rid of otherwise.  Bill Gates is spraying the stuff all over the atmosphere in the name of saving the planet.  Dispersing it in the atmosphere exposes everyone more equally than just dumping it in one location.

Fiat type large scale mining and industrial production and consumerism drives this beast

Thankfully, Bitcoin Fixes this too.

Malachi 2:4

But for you who fear My name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings, and you will go out and leap like calves from the stall.

I see a bright orange future.


TLDR - They are not allowed to dump it in the rivers so they make us pay to drink it.

Chemical Byproducts have to be disposed of safely.  So you must ingest it.

Ask ai.

Fluoride in Aluminum Production
Based on the search results, fluoride is indeed a byproduct of aluminum production. Here’s a summary:

The Aluminum Company of America (ALCOA) acquired a plant that produced sodium fluoride, which was later sold (last sale in 1952). This indicates that fluoride was a byproduct of their aluminum smelting process.
The electrolytic reduction of aluminum oxide (alumina) in cryolite produces a molten fluoride material, which is used to dissolve the alumina. This process involves fluoride as a participating chemical.
Phosphate rock processing for fertilizer production also generates fluoride as a byproduct, which is then used to fortify water supplies.
Industrial processes such as aluminum smelting, fertilizer production, and iron ore manufacturing can all produce fluoride as an unwanted byproduct.
In summary, fluoride is a byproduct of:

Aluminum smelting, particularly in the electrolytic reduction process.
Phosphate rock processing for fertilizer production.
Iron ore manufacturing.
These byproducts are often sold or utilized in other industries, such as water fluoridation, rather than being considered waste.

https://fluoridealert.org/news/toxic-waste-in-water-fluoride/


Those who wear tinfoil hats live longer.


This is probably your best episode.
I have never liked or subscribed because I don't have a google account.


This happens every time I try to zap.
Very annoying and frustrating. https://image.nostr.build/4fea7226a68742f1feca4e2923feb0be99ff8e7643fdcf0342e98e02be42ca57.jpg


This is probably your best episodes.
I have never liked or subscribed because I don't have a google account.


Would be nice if we could have a nostr based program where you could allocate a certain amount of space on your ssd to store a amount of archive.  We could decentralize it beyond censorship.  I would sacrifice 5 gigabyte's for a start.


SNEAK PEAK OF THE INTRO TO MY #NOSTRTALK WITH nostr:npub1tvqc82mv8cezhax5r34n4muc2c4pgjz8kaye2smj032nngg52clq0rkrq4 and nostr:npub1lrnvvs6z78s9yjqxxr38uyqkmn34lsaxznnqgd877j4z2qej3j5s09qnw5 on nostr:npub10qrssqjsydd38j8mv7h27dq0ynpns3djgu88mhr7cr2qcqrgyezspkxqj8

FULL EPISODE DROPPING ON nostr:npub10qrssqjsydd38j8mv7h27dq0ynpns3djgu88mhr7cr2qcqrgyezspkxqj8 AS SOON AS IT FINISHES UPLOADING TO MY RSS

https://v.nostr.build/KsVMq8DQouQvuxpm.mp4


Your sarcasm and condescending tone is...

fitting.


Taking this into account.  Where is the best place to publish such a blog?  I am looking at Ghost.org

I want to publish a chapter of science fiction and then place a sat target as a fundraiser on nostr.  If the target gets hit I place the next chapter. I have only written four chapters and if I get recurring sponsors it will motivate me to continue and finish the tale in an epic.  If the story is shit no one will pay.  If it retains reader interest maybe they even want to participate in the creative process.  Like an interactive story development.

I am still not certain if I want to use Ghost.org though.


Running #nostr


Set up my own relay yesterday.
This morning is a good one.

GM nostr fam.
#nostr #selfsufficient

https://image.nostr.build/9d6df9b60b31ccc3e15d74d94c4a89bd9ccdb591bcd0c57e5e7dbaca02cda824.jpg


The world is healing,


Ironic that it's probably fiat's fault that you hate them in the first place.  Bitcoin fixes this. https://image.nostr.build/f77d0769727b1589ac1d6f5ec9972dc6a998e9a24c576a85795c6be70f5ef6d1.jpg


Babies are too smart.  They are  interested in fidgeting with objects their parents and siblings use daily.  This board might amuse them temporarily, then it's on to the toilet, the beer cans, stove, mic stand, laptop, trash can, dog ears.  The world is their oyster and fidget board is just false signal because daddy always touches his mobile device, dangerous tools and beer cans.

Cool thing is that whatever you do for them, is worth it.


I love the song Where is my mind.  There is this old piano where I live and I decided to learn to play the Maxence Cyrine version of the Pixies song.  I found the piano was horribly out of tune and I got annoyed trying to playing anything.

Ordered a piano tuning kit online.  Found the tuning data on wikipedia.  Used an android app (Pano tuner) on my phone to measure the hertz as I was damping and tuning strings.

Now two months later I can play the song I love.

I can do something as esoteric as piano tuning because there are no barriers, trade secrets and pay walls between me and my desires.

Small example of how the price of tomorrow is getting cheaper by the year.  Imagine the value of sound money in this deflationary world.


You know that JC Denton and Paul are clones and artificially engineered bio humans.  Even their mother and father were Truman show like operatives.  Pretend parents.


Me and my wife hodling while the world is ending.

https://m.primal.net/LLje.webp


Burnt gunpowder,  Sulpher,  Ash and dust. Concrete and blood.

Basically this.

The smell might change after a couple of years.

https://m.primal.net/LLje.webp


Four letter agencies.

nostr:note1kn64f7k3uw5ly0yd8gj540y4ntsggmjl76zkqfh377u323zvrfgs9a8p5p


Your government hates you. You are kept cattle being milked for tax dollars and profits. You're not worth enough to save.

Act accordingly.

nostr:nevent1qqsra74h5g6l9ugdexytv9727wp2j2xfp9wj5mq53vpndq4ucx4q06qpz4mhxue69uhhyetvv9ujuerpd46hxtnfduhsygqq6eq9wy40hud20d7lr0pesg0xv6trt98wjzyrl70keus4wz63qcpsgqqqqqqshtufmq


Social security is Stockholm syndrome.


Femininity tends to be private and not flaunted.


This is the way.


Keeping your word is good for your mental health.  You give pure signal and people who shrink away from honesty will avoid a speaker of truth.  Which helps you too.

People who are honest also piss people off who are not.


Many a time when I was in dire straits the people who helped me I did not know beforehand and I never heard from them again.  Did not even ask their name in some cases.

I was saved from drowning twice.  Once in a pool when I was 6 and once in the ocean when I was 17.

An old man and his wife jumped my vehicle when it died and I was with my wife and our baby.

Once I was travelling long distance and my vehicle broke down, I had my family with me.  I was towed 40 kilometers by a guy and his brother in law given place to stay for almost a week while they had my vehicle repaired.

I know their names and am still in contact with them.

A guy I did not know paid my vets bills for my dog's broken leg after he ran under my car.

I could mention a lot of other events.

I made a lot of mistakes in my teenage years and cost people a lot in emotional and economic damage.

The point is that I have helped other people in need when I was in a position to assist them and they owe me nothing because I am indebted to others who required nothing from me in return.

Many of us are just good Samaritans who also get beat up every once in a while.  It keeps you humble.


Vote with your feet


👑
https://cointelegraph.com/news/north-carolina-bitcoiners-organize-hurricane-search-rescue-operation


If social media threatens democracy is democracy worth defending?

(I don't believe that social media threatens democracy.  They only say it because they are not allowed to speak the truth.)

Social media really only threatens centralized control of ideology and narrative.

The gatekeepers of information and knowledge are threatened by free speech and protocols that enable it.

They are more than threatened.
It's their demise.  And they know it.

Nostr judgment.

https://m.primal.net/LJqq.jpg


This logic is true.


I think he feared the idea of people seperating his ideas from his identity.

I see this with engineers.

They want to make something to improve the world but then they patent it to restrict the free market from benefitting without the engineers lable of approval being stamped upon it.

The philosopher's paranoia is even worse because worthwhile ideas are valuable to the recipient merely by having thunk a thought.

If a thought could be claimed handwriting rightly endears it to the originator much like the signature inscribed on the back of the typewriter.

The typewriter could not mark itself.
And a typed out signature would prove useless as proof of ownership.

Both have their place.


Just to be clear.  I do not endorse politicians.  I do not see the world healing through them.

I am just trying to stack a few sats.

Small compromise, don't tell my wife.


I woke up with this thought.

No one is bigger/better than their incentives.

If your incentives lie in perpetuating the fiat ponzi you are small and worthless.

Bitcoin is too big to fail.
Fiat is too small to matter.


Take all the cigs you stocked up and give them away or burn them in a bonfire.

Then you will triumph.

If you have friends who smoke.
Take a two year hiatus from them.

Don't drink alcohol for two years.

If your spouse is a smoker and does not share your commitment, then your odds are bad.


I agree.  Some people cannot imagine a world where state dominance on daily life is diminished even slightly.

Thanks for the synopsis. I will look into the Schumpeter cycle.  Not familiar with this term.


Neither nor.


Nope.

https://medium.com/@thedawnstar/bitcoin-nashville-conference-2024-and-zechariahs-flying-scroll-9b5a1dec5cde


The software should be irreducibly complex.  Anything more is a distortion.


Your cat has my vote.


Lol.


The upper two should be swapped around.


This is a rhetorical answer.

Do what you want.


It does not matter though.  The protocol beats human phsycology.  The protocol punishes fear/greed but rewards contentment and commitment.  Stay humble.  Stack sats.
Only then will you enter the promised land.


Spiritual levels.


I wrote a thing again.

https://medium.com/@thedawnstar/encrypted-white-stones-and-verification-e4049b16683c


That's how it works.
#Bitcoin is a one-way street.
nostr:nevent1qqsv4vf6k3w0mhz36xamw7a6x8jqt7dd50c5tlfm2vs9th8udx6amfqpz4mhxue69uhhyetvv9ujuerpd46hxtnfduhsygzxdu3ejt0kue4w4s6mnn7rv668erqg3h6xwffa60qkp3p73prcjypsgqqqqqqsfc3n6y


Masterpiece 😂
https://m.primal.net/JLom.mp4


Test


Can't see the wood for the trees.

Can't see the paper for the money.

Can't see the Bitcoin for the dollar.


So the Federal Reserve says they have built "substantial goodwill" for their FEDNOW product in the same year that the most popular song in the US was an overnight sensation singing "Your dollar ain't shit." 🤣 nostr:npub1t8a7uumfmam38kal4xaakzyjccht4y5jxfs4cmlj0p768pxtwu8skh56yu


the NOSTR CEO commissioned me directly to make this ad. could we make sure the normies see it so I don't get fired? thx ❤

https://v.nostr.build/QV2Y.mp4


You are right.


Yes.

https://i.imgur.com/DHuryQb.jpg


Dumb art reflects corruption of society.  Fiat engenders corruption.  Good art always existed.  It is just harder to allocate real value to art without purity in signal.  If Ceasar is parading naked, it is not art.  Even a child could tell.


No.  It is a fiat thing.  Exploits like this would not have been prevalent on a gold standard much less a bitcoin standard.