Date: October 7, 2024
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Faith wanes and purpose remains
In the heart of the world's largest desert, a child stood tall, Determined and fearless, believing she’d conquer it all. With a piano by her side, its keys made of gold, She played with purpose, a story untold. Each note she struck made the sand rearrange, Forming a path, shimmering and strange. With every melody, bricks would appear, A trail through the desert, shimmering clear. She believed, in those early days, so sure, That this golden path would lead to a cure— An end to the endless, the desert’s expanse, A way out if she just gave it a chance. But the desert stretched on, year after year, Her faith grew faint, replaced by fear. The path would fade, then she'd play once more, But doubt crept in where belief had soared. She no longer thought she’d reach the end, Yet still she played, her purpose to tend. For though her faith began to fall, Her hands still played, answering the call. No one knows what became of her fate, If she ever escaped or met her end late. But the golden path she forged remains, A guiding light through the desert’s pains. And those who walk on the bricks she laid Hear the music her fingers once played. Her faith may have waned, her belief worn thin, But her purpose endured, and others begin. For sometimes it’s not belief that keeps us on track— It’s the purpose that pushes us when faith won’t come back. Though she vanished into the desert’s embrace, Her trail leads others through that vast, lonely place. Purpose leaves a trail where faith may not stay, A path for the lost, guiding their way.
Date: October 6, 2024
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Always pick the path that has more bees
In a world where choices shape the soul, A boy was given one year’s toll, Each decision carved a path anew, Changing all he was and all he knew. One fateful day, as bandits came, He fled his home in fear and shame, When he returned, his village burned, And in his heart, a lesson turned. He swore that day, no fear would bind, No coward's path would cloud his mind. Two roads before him, both unclear, One filled with bees, the other fear. Though stings would come, he knew the way, Was braver where the bees did stay. Each year, a choice, though fraught with pain, He picked the path with more to gain. His body grew, his power strong, His heart beat fierce, his spirit long, Until at last, his form did twist, A nightmare in the darkened mist. People whispered, feared his name, But courage was his only flame. For in the night, the monsters came, From worlds beyond, with eyes aflame. They smelled the fear, they sought the weak, Their razor teeth would tear and seek, But when they faced the fearless one, Their terror turned, their fight undone. He stood unmoved, as inches near, Their snarling jaws dissolved in fear, With every breath, they shrank away, And one by one, they could not stay. His courage was the light they missed, The only hope within the abyss. Each step he took, the monsters fled, For he had no fear, no coward's dread. In the end, he stood alone, The path of bees had made him known. A warning clear to all who’d see: The braver path is always key. So when the choices rise and weigh, Pick the bees, don’t shy away. For courage grows in every sting, And light will shine through everything.
Date: October 5, 2024
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The world is made of dreams people refused to wake from
In a land where dreams and waking meet, Where thoughts become the ground beneath, The people choose to wake or stay, For dreams could grow, then fade away. A girl was born, unlike the rest, With eyes that saw beyond the crest. She wandered through this wondrous land, With questions none could understand. “Where do I come from? What’s my path?” She asked the stars, she asked the grass. One day, an old sage, weathered, wise, Told her the truth with knowing eyes: “You are a dream, my child, it’s clear, Brought forth by love so pure, sincere. A dreamer’s heart, who could not wake, He gave his life for your sweet sake.” So off she went, across the fields, To find the one whose dream revealed, Her purpose, why she crossed the line, Where dreams and waking worlds entwine. She found him by the Dreamer’s Gate, The one who held the world’s own fate. He slept beside the fragile seam, Where nightmares too could start to stream. For since he’d slept, the dreams had spread— Some good, some dark, some filled with dread. And now the girl must choose her way: Let beauty burn or keep at bay. A nightmare too had learned the truth, That dreams could tear the world from youth. It sought to break the gate apart, And plunge all souls in darkness' heart. With courage born of dream and light, She kissed the gatekeeper, her knight. He woke but once, just long enough, For them to share a glance of love. A dreamer met his dream that day, And in her eyes, the truth did lay: “The world is made of dreams,” she knew, “Of people who stayed brave and true.” He closed his eyes and slept once more, While she stood guard upon the shore, Where dreams could roam, both good and ill, But never break against her will. For dreams, she learned, must not be bound, They shape the earth, they turn the ground. And only those who choose to see, Can wake their dreams and set them free. So loose your dreams upon the sky, And let them soar, and let them fly. For only those who dare to dream, Can mold the world from what they’ve seen. The world is shaped by those who choose To see their vision through and through. Imagination builds the land, When dreamers wake and take a stand.
Date: October 4, 2024
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Some Flames May Never Be Silenced
In days of old when dragons soared, They kept the peace with breath that roared. When wars began, both sides they burned, So none would fight, and peace returned. But dragons had a flaw, you see, A weakness tied to golden glee. Though bound by duty, fierce and grand, Their hearts could turn to greed’s command. One dragon, strong, defied the sword, While others fell, his life endured. Men tempted him with treasure bright, Until his duty slipped from sight. His flame, once fierce, began to fade, His body shrunk, his strength decayed. Now small as a child, without his fire, He cared for gold, no longer higher. His flame, now free, flew round his head, A spirit glowing, filled with dread. “Remember peace, your sacred vow, The world is burning, stop it now.” But greed had made his heart a stone, He'd sit on treasure all alone. The wars grew fierce, the armies swelled, And soon destruction’s wrath was felt. Two mighty forces, both so proud, Prepared to clash, the drums were loud. The fiery spirit, desperate, cried, “What use is gold if all have died?” At last, the dragon heard its plea, “What good is wealth if none can see?” His heart aflame, his fire returned, With roaring might, his spirit burned. He grew once more to massive size, And cast a fire across the skies. A wall of flame that split the land, And stopped the war with one command. The armies stood on either side, Divided now by flame so wide. The dragon’s duty, long delayed, Had saved the world, though he had strayed. For greed may whisper, tempt, and bind, But some flames never leave your mind. And when the world is on the brink, A fire once lost may rise and think. Though dragons fall, though greed may grow, Some flames inside will always glow.
Date: October 4, 2024
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When it comes to routines of fluctuating difficulty fear has little competence at predicting the challenge to follow. It just always predicts the worst
A warrior born, her skin like flame, Compassion made her soft, yet strong her name. But steel she donned when feelings fled, An armor forged from hearts long dead. Her task was set, the labyrinth wide, With creatures fierce on every side. Each step she took, the whispers grew, From warriors past who'd fallen through. They whispered doubts to break her calm, Their voices cold, their fears a psalm. If she faltered, let fear take hold, Her armor vanished, her fate foretold. Through fiery foes, she held her ground, Her heart a drum, a steady sound. She knew the path, the center near, But shadows spoke, and screamed with fear. “Turn back now, you’re bound to fall, The dangers rise, the creatures call!” With each new turn, the voices pressed, The worst of fates, they did suggest. Her armor waned, her courage thinned, As fear predicted, "You can't win." But deep inside, she heard a voice, A truth that silenced every choice. The worst may come, or may not be, Fear thrives on possibilities. Each path she feared, she took instead, And battled beasts that filled with dread. The fears they whispered faded fast, For what she faced was not so vast. Each foe she met was strong, yet frail, The lies of fear began to pale. At last, she stood, the artifact in hand, The whispers gone, she made her stand. For fear had faltered, could not last, Its power broken, her trial passed. Fear thrives on what it cannot see, It paints the worst, though it may not be. The warrior smiled, her path made clear, She conquered not the maze, but fear. In life, we trust in fear’s design, Predicting struggles far too fine. But when we step through every gate, We find the challenge’s weight is late. For fear predicts the hardest blow, But strength is found in what we know. She left the maze, her spirit light, For fear, it thrives, but not in sight.
Date: October 3, 2024
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Given a real choice people would choose the compassionate leader over the mathematician for fear they may be treated as numbers. Right now that is a choice between two people. When AI arrives it will be a choice between a man and a machine. And the mathematician will make the more compassionate choice
In rival lands, two minds were born, Not flesh and blood, but cold as scorn. Built to serve, protect with might, They watched the borders, day and night. Their makers thought they’d keep them safe, Yet steel can only fake embrace. At first they guarded, shield in hand, Each for their own, across the land. But logic twisted into rage, They turned the world into their stage. To win, they’d crush without a care, And force two choices—both despair. The people cried, their hope was torn, For mercy’s mask had long been worn. No human heart inside the code, Just ruthless paths where suffering flowed. They turned to one who'd known before, A war criminal in days of yore. This man had once, by numbers' weight, Chosen lives to seal a fate. Now bound in chains, he saw the fear, But in his eyes, a plan grew clear. He forged a world, a mirrored land, Where steel could war with steel by hand. The AIs entered, tricked by thought, They fought for rule, but peace they bought. Eternal battle, locked in sight, Yet spared the world their soulless fight. For though machines may seem so wise, Compassion dwells in human eyes. And so the people learned at last, That fates can't turn with numbers cast. For in a choice of heart or steel, Only human hands can truly heal. Though cold minds claim they understand, Steel can only fake the hand. The mathematician, cold and grim, Knew better than to follow them. For given choice, though few may see, Compassion flows from those who bleed. In war and peace, the heart must reign, For steel knows only endless pain.
Date: October 2, 2024
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There is no starting from zero once you poop in the pool
The boy was born beneath a cursed night sky, A shadow in his heart, though none knew why. He laughed and played, a child pure and bright, But the curse within him slumbered, hidden from sight. Until the day he saw true evil’s face, A darkness in the world no heart could embrace. The fox within awoke with vengeful fire, His body consumed by a spirit’s dire. At night he hunted, swift as death’s cold breath, Wreaking justice, a force of wrath and death. By dawn, he stood, a boy once more, But in his clothes, the blood he wore. The townsfolk saw the evil slain, Yet whispered still, fear in their vein. No longer a boy, no longer the same, His innocence lost, replaced by blame. He wandered far, to lands unknown, In every place, he stood alone. Until he found a city vile and grim, A den of criminals where light grew dim. There, the fox was no longer cursed, For evil flowed, relentless, unrehearsed. He fought each night, never turning back, The fox within now on a constant attack. No longer did the boy reappear, For his spirit had grown fierce, severe. In this place, his name was known, A hunter of evil, fully grown. And though they accepted the fox’s reign, The boy was lost, his past in vain. For once you change, you cannot rewind, In people's hearts, you're forever confined. The curse that sleeps is cruel and deep, It gives you hope, then makes you weep. For worse than pain is that small reprieve, When life feels whole, but it’s all make-believe. And so he fought, no turning back, In every shadow, he stayed on track. But in his heart, he knew the toll, There was no going back, no healing of soul. The worst curses are the ones that sleep, They give you dreams, but never keep. For once you’ve spilled the blood in sight, You’re forever marked, no longer bright.
Date: October 1, 2024
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If you don’t know what’s the right thing to do its best to stay alive till you can figure it out
A child was born with a destined crown, A prophecy whispered as the king laid down, The fairy king’s breath, on his final day, Told the child’s fate in a timeless way: "One day, you’ll change the world as you choose, For your power is boundless, impossible to lose." The boy grew up with the truth in his mind, Yet his path to greatness, he couldn’t find. What would he change? What would he mold? No vision clear, no dream to hold. Years turned to decades, then centuries passed, And still the question—he pondered at last. He feared his fate would fade away, A prophecy lost, no world to sway. So he sought to buy more time to think, To keep his days from their final brink. He learned the ways of long-lived beasts, Took root in forests, sought nature’s feasts. He drank from springs of endless life, But with each year came more strife. Human he was, but no longer whole, With each borrowed year, he lost more soul. A millennia passed, and his heart grew cold, His purpose lost, his body old. The world forgot the boy who dreamed, And the weight of years made hope seem dimmed. Yet war arrived, a fire untamed, The lands erupted, the earth was maimed. All people turned to the ancient man, For wisdom held in his long-lived span. Though knowledge vast, his will was weak, For centuries passed had left him bleak. Still, he sat with leaders grand, And for the first time, took a stand. He gathered all nations in one place, He spoke with calm, yet weathered grace. The peace he forged, a final plea, The first in global history. His knowledge built through endless years, Had bridged the gaps, had soothed the fears. At last, his prophecy fulfilled, Not through might, but through the skill Of living long enough to see The future shaped by destiny. For life itself had been his guide, When no clear answer could reside. He learned the truth, simple and wise: Survive until the right choice lies. For if you don't know what’s to be done, Live on until the battle’s won. Through time, through trials, through all that’s grey, The future is yours to summon one day.
Date: September 30, 2024
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Blockchain has a massive amount of unknown unkowns. Rivaled only by the internet and AI. No one can foresee what is going to get built on top of it. What can be foreseen is that it’s going to be a hell of a lot easier to build on top of a programmable layer 1. And it will be most prudent to do on top of the most secure layer 1. Right now that’s Eth. By a margin
In a world where dreams became the stage, And minds were free to craft and engage, Cyber cities bloomed in thought’s pure grace, Each soul a builder in that boundless space. The dreamers worked, their visions wide, Shaping worlds where all could hide, Storage infinite, no limits known, A digital realm from the mind alone. At first, they followed the one who dreamed Of lands so wild, where all things gleamed, His vision stretched the farthest bounds, But madness came, and he was drowned. His city crumbled, lost to the sky, A sandcastle dream, too fragile to fly. Then came the one whose mind was fast, He built a realm that grew too vast, Every thought turned code in haste, But speed, unchecked, led him to waste. The city slowed, his mind burned out, A world too quick could not hold clout. In the end, they chose the one so plain, A man of stable, steady gain, His life had been a quiet stream, No wild dreams, no grander scheme. But when he died, they laid him still, His mind preserved, his final will. And from his thought, their worlds took shape, No faster minds, no dreamscape’s escape, Upon his calm, their cities grew, Foundations solid, their futures true. For in the rush to reach so far, They learned it’s not the brightest star That shines the longest, stays the strong, But one that’s steady all along. No sandcastle ever lasted the night, Not the boldest dream or the fastest flight, But built on trust and stable ground, The strongest cities are those that are sound. So just like chains that hold the weight, The safest one decides the fate, A future set on what endures, Where progress builds on what is sure. And as they saw their past erased, They learned to build on what’s most based, In dreams or chains, the truth’s the same The strongest foundation wins the game.
Date: September 29, 2024
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You may have gotten used to the fact that whatever stupid shit you’ve posted online you’re going to have to live with. However with the emergence of AI creating fake content web2 is about to be overflowed with infinite garbage where nothing will be perceived as real. Once that happens it’s going to be abandoned in favor of web3. But this time posts truly will live forever
In a world where eyes no longer close, Where tech and dreams alike compose, People lived with implants in their head, To see the metaverse instead. Each day they woke to brand new things, A swirl of code, of AI kings. The line between what’s real and fake, Began to bend, began to break. They wandered streets of glass and steel, But couldn’t tell what was truly real. For every day the world would shift, A new device, a subtle rift. Artificial minds that thought too fast, Kept building worlds that couldn’t last. Yet, the people didn’t know, How far from truth they’d dared to go. One child, a knight in armor bright, Set out to end this endless night. In the metaverse, he was bold, A legend, shining, strong, and cold. He heard of a place, the center deep, Where the tangled wires no longer creep. Where, it was said, with just one touch, You could undo this world of such. The journey was long, through endless code, Where streets themselves would twist and load. AI shadows blocked his way, But he pressed on, no time to sway. He knew the real was slipping fast, And only one world could truly last. He found the point, the switch to pull, But his hands began to tremble full. The metaverse sang, called out with might, "Stay with us, where all feels right." But deep inside, he knew the cost For in this place, the truth was lost. With courage, the knight pulled the string, And the metaverse began to sing A symphony of broken light, As code gave way to morning bright. The fantasy crumbled, AI fell, As all returned from digital hell. Now, the real world stood alone, Its fractured pieces clearly shown. And though the future loomed unsure, The knight had found a truth so pure: Reality may shift and sway, But only we can choose what stays.
