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The Catatumbo Lightning ⚡️strikes 9 hours a day, 300 days a year, at the mouth of the Catatumbo River in 🇻🇪 #Venezuela, usually occurring at exactly the same time and place each night. #TIL #Trivia #todayilearned

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Catatumbo Lightning: Venezuela

The Catatumbo Lightning strikes 9 hours a day, 300 days a year, at the mouth of the Catatumbo River, occurring at exactly the same time and place.

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Most people think the Gold Standard died in 1971. In reality, it was mortally wounded in 1914. WWI created a collision between rigid specie and the infinite demand of war. When the smoke cleared, the "money printing" genie was out of the bottle for good. Before 1914, the "Classical Gold Standard" was a global straightjacket. If you didn't have the gold, you couldn't spend the cash. But total war is expensive. To fund the front lines, empires had two choices: surrender or break the link to gold. They chose the latter. Almost overnight, "specie" (hard money) was replaced by "fiat" (by decree). Governments suspended convertibility to prevent citizens from hoarding gold. Suddenly, the value of your currency wasn't based on what was in the vault, but on the survival of the state. By 1918, the world was drowning in paper debt. When nations tried to return to gold in the 1920s, the "specie" anchor was too heavy for their hollowed-out economies. The result? The hyperinflation of Weimar Germany and the eventual collapse of the global trade system. 1971 wasn't a new direction—it was the final funeral for a system that had been on life support since the first shell was fired in 1914. The move to fiat wasn't a policy choice; it was a war-time necessity that became a permanent global reality. #historystr

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The Hollow Men I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men. V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends #poemstr T. S. Eliot (1925)