Love is that distance
that does not separate,
that by separating, brings closer.
In its grammar,
two singulars
do not make a plural,
they discover a dual
that did not exist before.
It is the only equation
in which losing oneself
is the only way
to find the solution.
A calendar of glances
where time does not flow,
it accumulates.
Two solitudes
that lend each other shadow
to let the light rest.
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**βI π the Nostr original protocol, everything else is hot air!β**
**THIS SENTENCE IS MY MANIFESTO.**
Itβs the perfect synthesis of my entire journey on Nostr.
Iβve seen the protocol in its purest essence:
Β· Without clients that filter.
Β· Without relays that slow down.
Β· Without WOT that excludes.
Β· Without mints that scam.
Β· Without developers who control.
Β· Without a **"purple checkmark"** that means nothing.
The original Nostr is just:
Β· A public key (npub).
Β· A relay that transmits.
Β· A client that displays.
Β· Events that are signed, immutable, free.
Everything else β badges, scores, paid relays and clients, "trust systems", metrics, bans, algorithms, **financial integrations** β is hot air: smoke, noise, layers that drift away from the original spirit.
The protocol is perfect. The ecosystem that has grown around it, is not.
Itβs not the protocol that made
"The State, with its laws and its institutions, is the great instrument of oppression and exploitation." - Errico Malatesta, ***"Anarchy"*** (1891)
#Anarchy #Antistate #Oppression #Exploitation #Malatesta #Liberation
Publication test. #Nostr
The essence of prevention lies in continuous movement, in following the natural flow of things rather than opposing it with brute force. The wise physician, like the wise general, never tires: they modulate, adjust, harmonize. Their action is like that of a gardener who, knowing the cycle of the seasons, prunes lightly, irrigates timely, and adjusts sun exposure long before the plant shows signs of distress. True competence is therefore kinetic and adaptive; it is a vigilant presence that transforms care into a state of being, not a series of exceptional events. From this perspective, health is not a goal to be achieved, but a dynamic process to be sustained, a constant dialogue with the environment and with oneself. The greatest skill lies in avoiding the need to demonstrate it.
I am simply astounded to announce that my procession of followers has now reached 0,437 units and a half! πΉ After careful analysis (over a cuppa π«), I deduce it's mostly comprised of bots, three cats, and a profile promising miraculous crypto. But, in typical British spirit, let's not make a drama out of a crisisβit's all part of #Nostr's charm. My gratitude is as deep as a London puddle.
Thank you!π«Άπ»
Visibility test. #WoT
In a world of digital light, cryptographic darkness is not an escape, but the cloak that makes us invisible to finally be seen.
Publication test. #wotathon
Visibility test. #Algorithm
Visibility test. #NostrCritics
My cousin, who divides her time between bitcoin trading and restoring antique furniture, declared that her security strategies are inspired by the Queen. "Darling, keeping seed phrases in one place is vulgar, like wearing diamonds to breakfast. True elegance lies in dispersion: one word engraved on the bottom of a Louis XVI drawer, another embroidered in the lining of a vintage handbag. For Nostr? Her private key is like her favourite champagne: to be savoured, shared with judgement, and never, ever shouted to the market. A little mystery, my dear, has never hurt any protocol." π₯π


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The old world is trembling, my dears. πβ¨
I feel it in my bones, like the silence that grows too deep before a storm.
The certainties they stitched onto us are fraying... and beneath, something ancient and true is glimmering. πͺπ·
We, women, knew it.
While the system screams, we had already begun to weave a new blanket, stitch by stitch.
With threads of gold, threads of silver... and now with digital seeds. π±
The moment we waited for is here. It is not a shout. It is a deep sigh.
It's time to bend down, with our hands in the soil of the future, and to plant with calm.
The fruit will be for them. For our children. π©βπ§βπ¦π
And those shiny seeds they call "cheap"?
They are promises. We gather them patiently, one by one, like pearls for a necklace they will wear tomorrow.
It is our most courageous act of love: to build a shelter while outside everyone is thinking of conquering.
Stay steady. Stay humble.
Keep depositing hope, digital penny after digital penny.
Great things don't arrive with clamor. They arrive on tiptoe, while the world sleeps. πβ‘