six months ago

To everything there's a season and a time to every purpose.

The Earth spins at a thousand miles an hour as we desperately try to keep from being thrown off.

Like the first blush of winter that signals a great migration, was there any warning of their arrival?

A sign, a single event that set this chain into motion?

Was it a whisper in God's ear? Survive, adapt, escape...

And if we could mark that single moment in time?

That first hint of the prophecy of approaching danger...

Would we have done anything differently?

Could it have been stopped or was the die long ago cast?

And if we could go back, alter its course, stop it from happening, would we?

let us pray

In the name of Bitcoin, Ethereum, and Litecoin.

HODLy Bitcoin, who art a block chain, bullish be thy aim.

Thy lambos come, thy trades be done, on coinbase as they are on binance.

Give us this day our daily gains, and forgive us our shills, as we forgive those who shill against us, and lead us not to panic sell, but deliver us from shitcoins.

Amen.

seven minutes to midnight

the earth is large.

large enough that you think you can hide from anything: from fate, from god.

if only you found a place far enough away.

so you run... to the edge of the earth, where all is safe again, quiet and warm.

the solace of salt air. the peace of danger left behind, the luxury of grief...

and maybe for a moment you believe you have escaped.

you can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away?

can you ever escape?

or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny?

but the world is not small, you are...

and fate can find you anywhere.

nothing to hide

you do not choose your destiny, it chooses you.

and those who knew you before fate took you by the hand, cannot understand the depth of the changes inside.

they cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure.

but you are the instrument of a flawless design... and all of life may hang in the balance.

you learn quickly who can comprehend... and who merely stands in your way.

move forward

to survive in this world, we hold close to us those people on whom we depend.

we trust in them our hopes, our fears... but what happens when trust is lost?

where do we go, when things we believe in vanish before our eyes?

when all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril...

all we can do is move forward.

our choices are prepaid for us

how do we know if were in control?
that were not just making the best of what comes at us, and thats it.
trying to constantly pick between two options.
like coke and pepsi.
mcdonald's or burger king?
hyundai or honda?

its all part of the same blur, right? just out of focus enough.
its the illusion of choice.

half of us can't even pick our own cable, gas, electric.
the water we drink, our health insurance.

even if we did, would it matter?

you know, if our only option is blue cross or blue shield, what the fuck is the difference? in fact, aren't they the same? our choices are prepaid for us, a long time ago.

is any of it real?

i mean, look at this. a world built on fantasy.

synthetic emotions in the form of pills.

psychological warfare in the form of advertising.

mind-altering chemicals in the form of... food!

brainwashing seminars in the form of media.

controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.

real?

you want to talk about reality?

we haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. we turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of gmo's while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition.

we live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.

you have to dig pretty deep, before you can find anything real.

we live in a kingdom of bullshit. a kingdom you've lived in for far too long.

so don't tell me about not being real.

i'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your big mac.

facts and beliefs

there are facts, and there are beliefs, and there are things you want so badly to believe that they become facts to you.

our memories constantly adapt and mold themselves to fit the world, but why do our brains generate false recollections?

when we remember an event, our memory fills in those gaps by thinking about what we know about the world.

there's usually a witness to the stories we create in our minds that cause us to continue to believe those stories.