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Grateful to have met Hermann and Luthando of Bitcoin Ekasi fame yesterday. Humbled and inspired.

Protest A jumble of mismatched words stretched across a bony face. Too tight and brittle, Cracking to release the inner light And inner flood... Of heat and breath and gasp. To grin again.... And grit against the grind Of teeth and jaw and face and heart. In rough revolt against the paltry sinners who would have us cowed and masked and meek and sorrowful. Mourning, in unrecognized anguish, The dear freedom and precious chance That was so cheaply sold. Given over to the mean and fearful gods of little and less... Instead of all or nothing. While in the reflections of our tear filled eyes, The conflagration roars And mankind's promise crisps to ash. And what can we stack against Such weighty sorrow? Nothing more than the fleeting choices, Freely made. By one. Then one more. Then a flood... Of men and women standing strong. Or striding forth in equal and appropriate measure. Nothing more than a growing army Of wilful fools and willing jokers. Who would laugh and dance and wrest the kernel from the fire. Choosing meme and martyrdom over staid and rapacious normality. Nothing more than a slowly waking hive mind swarm Of realization and righteous anger. Nothing more than a grass roots Ground swell Root fed Upwelling of deep and dedicated believers. The Hodl army. Massed and massive.... To gainsay the soulless corrupting rot of decay gripping the world.

Feeling pensive tonight. maybe it's the wine. Maybe the in-between...in between two drives.

Btc blues I got that perpetual open interest man. I got that negative funding rate blues. I got those bottomless market jitters; That falling knife sweat. I got those freak charting eyes, man. And that red candle butterfly. My hands are clammy from holding on.... I got that China ban glaze. The ESG got me good. I got that energy FUD man. And a FED shock, rate hike expectation. Gonna do me the only thing I can, man. And grab me a can of cool-as-shaved-ice HODL.

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The problem with Trump became even more starkly apparent. He can't imagine anything being more important than him. can't or won't devote himself to Bitcoin so uses it for attention and votes.

I have a confession... I'm causing the Btc price drop. I stopped doing my 100 pushups to 100k a few weeks ago. Starting up again so expect more green in the chart.

Sovereign The They that is Them, that are those who were Us And before that, We Who stopped caring, maybe. Who stopped feeling, maybe. Who forgot that I exist in me, This other side of the screen in front of your eyes. And I occupy space. I occupy a universe that is not yours or theirs to command. I choose for me How to live and who to love And how to care for them on the other side of my eyes. And what risks to take....and hold. And when I take a risk, I change a risk, Knowing I am singular, discrete. And not subject to stochastic rule. The bell curve outlier... To be the one in one thousand and one who dies. A map is not the territory. And a map of me is not the territory of me, the thoughts and idle sparks and more... The body flow. The rivers and woods and contours. The weather of me. And all this terrain of me Wills into life, a voice that says... "No thank you." I honour my stars for direction not their charts. I obey my fullness not their emptiness. I consecrate my courage not their fear. I sanctify my body not their politics. I am mine own. Not theirs to own.

So good. Homemade bread, with butter and cream cheese and a good apricot jam is hard to beat of a morning.

This was written in darker times... Btc blues I got that perpetual open interest man. I got that megative funding rate blues. I got those bottomless market jitters; That falling knife sweat. I got those freak charting eyes, man. And that red candle butterfly. My hands are clammy from holding on.... I got that China ban glaze. The ESG got me good. I got that energy FUD man. And a FED shock, rate hike expectation. Gonna do me the only thing I can, man. And grab me a can of cool-as-shaved-ice HODL.

I felt my way into this thing. Underpinned by cavernous warehouses... With humming fans and green unblinking eyes. Electric dragons hoarding digital gold in metal caves. And in pulses adding their million buzzing circuits to the hornets swarm. I felt my way into this thing. The dream fabric of an anonymous crypto shaman. Ephemeral yet compelling, Nowhere and yet everywhere. And the echo of his drumbeat chanting still holds the rhythm, The base note of the tribal heart. Let's feel our way into this thing. The final weight and measure of the human arc, The elliptic curve of complex spaces, Holding flourishing, centering. A distributed conductor, giving preference to neither bow nor string. So tone and pitch and key can marry in overarching transcendance.