Date: February 8, 2024
Random Thoughts
Faith is a tool. You should believe in the thing that gives you the most power
In the light where shadows play, A knight kneels to gods, as if to say, From thee, I seek the mightiest hand, To grant me strength to rule the land. Around him, robed divinities stand tall, Specters of faith, at his call. Each a patron of power divine, In their favor, he seeks to align. One whispers of secrets, veiled in night, Another gleams with justice bright. Choices laid before his armored grace, Each god's essence, he might embrace. With hands outstretched, the decision weighs, In the silent communion of their gaze. For in the choosing lies his tool, The sacred force that breaks all rule. The knight, a vessel of their creed, Seeks the one that fuels his need. In the dance of destiny and chance, His faith, his armor, his sword, his lance. No allegiance to the light or dark, But to the fire that leaves its mark. The gods in robes judge his heart's power, In this consecrated, fateful hour.
Date: February 7, 2024
Random Thoughts
The greatest deceivers must first know what the truth actually is and so ironically hold the greatest capacity for truthfulness
In a realm of shadows and light so vivid, Two faces entwined, their secrets rigid. Day's bright gaze and night's cool touch, One knows much, the other, just as much. Golden eye, a sun's fierce burn, In its glow, the truth discern. Yet within the dark, a starry sea, Whispers of what is, and what can be. Ornate truths twist and twine, In every curve, a hidden sign. The greatest know the lie's keen blade, For only they can wield truth's spade. In silent contemplation, finger pressed, A dance of knowledge in each crest. What's real is gripped in artful guise, For truth's most potent in the wise. The paradox of deception's art, Is knowing truth deep in the heart. And in this visage split in hue, Lies the essence of what's false and true.
Date: February 6, 2024
Random Thoughts
Artificial intelligence is either going to save the world, or it is going to destroy it. Since we are all doomed anyway, might as well roll the dice and be grateful there are dice to cast
In a realm where night and day entwine, A cloaked figure challenges fate's design. Upon a barrel, steadfast and bold, They face a maw where horrors unfold. With dice in hand, they cast their bet, Against the odds, without regret. The gamble set 'neath stormy skies, Where AI's might could be our demise. Or, in this dance of chance and play, May it be our shield, our light, our way. With every roll, the future's cast, A spell to save us or to blast. Yet here we stand, at destiny's door, Grateful for the chance to score. For in the end, what's life but a game, Of choices made, in humanity's name? With courage grand and spirit free, We roll the dice, let come what be. For better or worse, for love or strife, Artificial fates twine with our life.
Date: February 5, 2024
Random Thoughts
Two roads branched and I took the harder road. And that will make all the difference
In a realm where shadows dwell and light does tease, A traveler stands where paths diverge in silent pleas. To left, the dark where daunting figures loom, With spears and crowns in the deepening gloom. To right, the promise of a golden haze, A trail through the woods, where the morning rays Dance on daisies, and the air is sweet, A carpet of blooms laid at his feet. Ahead, the figure contemplates the scene, A choice to make, as quiet as a dream. In the whispers of leaves, the moment's rife, One path is struggle, the other, gentle life. Yet in his stance, there's a will that shows, A knowledge that only the brave heart knows. For in the choosing of the road less fair, Lies the secret of a life rare. In the wood where the forked pathways bend, His choice will echo, his spirit transcend. For in the challenge, not ease, one finds The making of difference, the binding of ties.
Date: February 5, 2024
Random Thoughts
It is those opponents you most underestimate that will deliver you your most painful defeats
In a realm where night and magic dance, A cloaked figure holds a sword, an entranced glance. Majestic and mighty, a titan stands tall, With horns that scrape the stars, he might never fall. His armor a cosmos, his gaze a piercing light, A giant among the heavens, a celestial knight. And yet the smaller, unassuming at his feet, Bears the truth of ages that wisdom will repeat. Underestimation is the silent, deadly sin, For the unheralded may carry the power within. In quiet confidence, the cloaked one bides, A reminder that true strength often hides. The sky roars with a challenge, a silent decree, A lesson in humility, as vast as the sea. For in the smallest chest, beats the heart of a storm, And the underestimated will the world transform.
Date: February 4, 2024
Random Thoughts
Only two reasons to mess up a good thing. Either you didn’t know how good it was or you didn’t think you deserved it
In armor clad, 'neath peaks so high, A warrior bold, beneath the sky. With treasure spilled from chests of wood, In silent thought, the figure stood. A cloak aflame with setting sun, A path of gems, his battles won. Yet in his gaze, a storm did brew, A tempest of what he thought he knew. For glory found is glory lost, If not known its worth, its cost. And hearts that beat in chests of steel, May not believe the joy they feel. So stride he might 'cross valley's breath, Confronting ever-looming death. The truth remains for him to see, The worth of good, and what will be. For in the spoils of mountain's throne, Where light from dusk-touched jewels shone. One ponders if he's fit to hold, The life that glitters bright as gold.
Date: February 3, 2024
Random Thoughts
It’s always good game to feel nothing
In a dance of hues, 'neath a sky so bright, Two figures embrace, in the pale moonlight. He holds a heart, aloft and away, While feathers and whispers around them play. Elven in grace, with tips of ear, A gentleman's poise, devoid of fear. A lady, her tresses a midnight's stream, Locked in a waltz, as if in a dream. A corset of leather, a waist cinched tight, Her gown, a waterfall of fabric light. His shirt agape, to the zephyr's tune, In colors of frost, 'neath the waning moon. Around them, the doves in freedom's flight, Their feathers a contrast to the endless night. Yet in their hold, what the eye can't glean— Is the void of feeling, unseen, serene. For in this dance of shadow and gleam, All is not as it would truly seem. A touch without warmth, a hold without claim, In this silent ballad, there's no one to blame. For it is a fine play, a practiced art, To dance with another, yet stay apart. In the absence of heart, in the void of pain, It's the finest of acts, to feel not a thing.
Date: February 2, 2024
Quotes
David Goggins-There Is No Magic Potion
In realms of clash and thunder's roar, Two forces meet, not like before. One cloaked in mystery's deep hood, Holds not a charm, but will of wood. The other, giant, etched in light, A titan born from storm's own might. No bottled spells within his grasp, Just raw power in his clasp. Their dance is fierce, the sky their floor, One truth rings clear amidst the war. No liquid brew can match the might, Of inner strength in nature's fight. No whispered incantations here, Just courage facing down the fear. For in the end, as legends note, True power lies not in a potion's throat.
Date: February 1, 2024
Random Thoughts
There will be thousands of harry potter nfts. I just bought the first one ever on the blockchain for a cent
In a market square under soft lamp's glow, A thief in balaclava stoops so low. Amidst the carrots, beans, and humble peas, He finds a trove of diamonds, not to lease. A sack of jute clutched tight in his firm grip, He plucks a gem, a treasure from the slip. A cent once cast, now yields a king's ransom, In silent shades, where light and dark become. Unseen, unheard, a saga does unfold, Of precious things, once meek, now deemed as gold. The wizard's charm, in secret, cast its spell, Where once a penny dropped, now fortunes dwell. A fable here of value yet unknown, A single piece that soon will be full grown. For in this world of constant change and shift, The overlooked may give the greatest gift.
Date: February 1, 2024
Random Thoughts
It is dumbfounding how much you can miss a person you know is clearly bad for you
In realms of frost and flame they dance, A passion fierce, a chilling chance, Two beings of such vast expanse, Bound by a fateful, ardent trance. One cloaked in blizzard's icy lace, The other, fire's warm embrace, Their touch, a dangerous interface, Yet in the void, they seek solace. Whirls of water, twists of light, In their union, day meets night, A spectacle of contrasted might, A ballet of elemental plight. For though their essences collide, In the turmoil, they confide, A longing deep, they cannot hide, Despite the hurt they can't abide. So entwined in tumult's brew, The frost and flame, neither subdue, Their dance, a paradox to view, The loss of harmony they rue. In this cosmic, fervent feud, They reveal a truth, however skewed, That even stars, in solitude, Yearn for what is not subdued. A tango of the wild and tamed, A love, though toxic, yet proclaimed, In their tumultuous world, unframed, A paradox of hearts inflamed.
