The Unz Review

The Two 9/11s: How Israel Hijacked the American Deep State

"Being intelligent is a curse. You understand the game, you observe the lies, you recognize the schemes. But you still have to pretend to be stupid to survive." — Arthur Schopenhauer

GM ☕️🧊🥃

On Nostr I see a cemetery of digital hopes. 💜 Deleted Account 🪦 R.I.P.

🫂 The truth you have to keep in mind You are no inferior to them. You just arrived in a game where the rules had already been written to favour those who were already there.

Proof-of-Stake is a beautiful democracy of the wealthy. I prefer the ruthless, beautiful meritocracy of the hashrate.

May your silence speak louder than any word, wherever you are. 🌙

Hello, infinite present. 🌏

The staging of proof — the shoe on the head, the Lightning payment video — is not privacy at all; it’s the toll paid to enter a tribe that has turned distrust into a theater of credentials. The louder they shout “sovereignty,” the more they demand that users strip away every shred of confidentiality to prove they are “real.” The ultimate paradox? On Nostr, you don’t trust the person — you trust their performance of authenticity. And while the banker deposits gold bars without witnesses, the digital sovereign films his satoshi tip like an exhibitionist of transparency.

# The Talking Forest There is a place in northern Japan where fir trees whisper underground. This is no fairy tale: it’s a scientific discovery that changed the way we look at a woodland. Biologist **Suzuki Tomoko** was studying the decline of an old spruce when, in 2018, she noticed a detail everyone had missed: the dying tree’s roots were sharing carbon with neighboring trees. They weren’t stealing it, they were *giving it away*. Through a dense fungal network, the firs were passing sugars and chemical signals like messages in a bottle. She called that underground web the ***Wood Wide Web***. She found out that: - **Mother** trees feed younger saplings struggling to catch sunlight. - When a fir is attacked by insects, it releases volatile compounds that nearby trees “smell” and use to raise their defenses, *before they are even touched*. - A seemingly dead stump can survive for decades, nourished in rotation by the surrounding trees, like an old sage kept alive by the community. The forest is not a crowd of competing individuals. It’s an extended family that cares for the weak, warns of danger, and remembers. Yes, it *remembers*: some chemical signals can persist across seasons, like a collective woodland memory. Perhaps, when you walk along a quiet trail, you are not alone. You are inside a conversation that has lasted centuries. And every step crushing the moss tramples a syllable.

“Death is the end of your body, but not the end of your conscience” - Pim van Lommel

Focus on what you already have, on the skills and on the experiences you have lived. You will discover how much you have to thank, how much you can give to others; and how much you can give up false needs and superfluous desires.

I'm not worried about a grammatical error if thinking is intelligent. A mistake can always be corrected, an idiot can't!