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Dilution risk exists for nearly every
     Money and asset on this planet now.
          Dilution risk happens when a person’s
               Share in an asset is decreased due to
                    The issuance of new shares.  This risk
                         Brings about a huge loss of real value
                              Therefore
                         An ideal asset would be one in which
                    There is no dilution risk possible, ever.
               Bitcoin fulfills this unique property of
          Money because the supply of bitcoin
     Is preprogrammed to 21 million coins.
Bitcoin has zero risk of share dilution
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  Sep 25 Traveler
Universe Poems
Humans teach you speech
Character and EQ
The way someone thinks,
feels and behaves
Mental and moral qualities,
distinctive to an individual
Your Android,
may have a character void
Emotional intelligence,
another framework
Nature Being Intelligence will work

©  2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
  Sep 25 Traveler
Sam Lawrence
Count the ways the world can end
Or wait until their numbers wane.
Everything that's ever done or said,
Outnumbered more than ten to one.

When it started with a word,
Did He foresee it all as now?
An instant of infinities,
The careful placement
Of each speck and star.
Or did He say, "My work is done,
For every one there is another"?

There's nothing I have ever dreamt,
That's turned out as I thought it would.
So now I'm coming round to think;
It's the counting that will keep us safe.
  Sep 25 Traveler
CJ Sutherland
When the grand kiddos were little
We’d dream, big eating Rainbow skittles

Illuminating adventures in their mind
Telling fantastical story, to Unwind

They had a room in Nana and Papa‘s home
It was an imaginary place to freely Rome

One year it was the Pirates of the Caribbean
A bunkbed ship top bunk for lookout see’n

large canvas sail and fishnet to the ceiling
Glow paint the night stars realistic feeling

The captains quarters maps for steering
A talking parrot for laughter cheering

Imagination is in the minoot details
Starfish, sharks barnacle on the side rails

Looking at the finished room created
Pirate ship, Sea foam walls, stars stated  

Three boys, chose pirate names
For nightly stories are pirate games

Parents  never cool Nana the exception
Mother of invention, honorable mention

Bubble bath ink octopuses perils at sea
Captain jack to the rescue them three

Sleepy time, tea on the Shanghai express
Sail north to dreamland pirates , PJs dress

The story began each pirate made it grand
Ship battles buried treasure in white sand

Imagination fizzled started to fade
An epic Story completed well played

Listen, while the cobwebs feel their head
Prayers said success they’re asleep in bed
Reminiscent Peter Pan and Captain Hook
As they grew, it was super heroes. But each time that room was transformed into The Batt cave , the avengers command center and many other wonderful adventures to be had. Building the room was half the fun. We built it together
Traveler Sep 25
If I could feed the world
my produce would be pure.
Not a pesticides nor herbicides,
no GMO’s to fear.

Regenerative soils
living biomes in the dirt!
Clean air and mineral water
for all our bodies worth!

Nutrients and proteins
keep our mitochondria thriving!
I would prohibit the junk food lobbyist and the pharmaceutical drive ins.

There would be no moral beast (no more obese) Americans bouncing across the hills.
So we wouldn’t need no Ozempic or dietician pills.

You’re invited to eat at my house
the only poison is my wine…
You’ll need no physician or Psychologist, if you eat here every time!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

95% of the foods sold in America are outlawed in all other countries.
  Sep 24 Traveler
Valentine
people living to die

people escaping the fire
dodging debris
then running back in
the burning building
ancient ruins

crumbling statues
encased in museums
for people to walk by
seeing their reflections
in the glass engravings

reading the death toll
the people who ran and fell
who ran too slow
who ran back in
who ran to death

people dying to live
  Sep 23 Traveler
Richard Smith
Once broken it’s shattered
Splinters to rebuild an ark
Of memories tainted
Looks, laughs and touches
‘Misread’ or caught
Madness inside my own mind
Does trust break post betrayal
Is the time they are caught…

22 years of my past private?
He trusts me so no worries
He is away miles so we got time
Did you know he…

No trust in anyone
What’s to live for
Love alone
Is not an anchor
Giving Up was not a choice
The pieces scattered
To all four points
Never to be found?
I’m too broken
Unsound
Let me leave

My love is unconditional
My trust was earned
Then broken
Now I’m fading
Invisibly
With smiles and
Laughing banter
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