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

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.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                 On Reading a Poem by Du Mu

Everything is far away
China is ever so far away
The dynasties are far away
A golden dragon might fly us there

The moon is across the river
The blue-black river in the mist
A fishing boat is tied to the gate
The water-gate of our inn

What do they mean, the moon and boat?
Maybe the moon and the boat mean nothing
They simply are; they are themselves
Or perhaps we mean the moon and boat

Because of Du Mu and his words
The moon and the boat are forever
The blue-black river is forever
In reading of them so are we



“A Night at the Inn While Travelling”
Three Hundred Tang Poems
Translated by Peter Harris
London: Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, 2009

I told her, how her eyes met me at the horizon
and how often they looked lonely
she didn’t heed or pay me any attention
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her how my heart bled red roses
and how I grew them for her only
she hadn’t noticed my stare and poses
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, a touch is a thesaurus of meaning
and each trace tells a story
she flinched at my reading
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, if my words could speak but a kiss
she’d hear them soft and loudly
she sighed when she felt my lips
so I told her a little more slowly.

Friend

      Some men come from nothing
But they can still be a friend
I’d take a bullet for you
And I’d bleed until the bitter end

I’m no Angel but I’d face the
Hurricane and the driving rain
And I would not back down from a
Fight with the murdering brother Cain

If we were stranded in the desert
Wilting in the blistering heat
I’d give you the last of the water
As I lay dying at your feet

Once there was a time I was drinking the
Whiskey and Rye, I began to drown
I wasn’t the person I am today and I
Thought the Devil wore the Crown

I’m a born sinner and that’s a fact
I still love my Rock & Roll
But came an Angel from Heaven above
To save my mortal soul

Now I know Jesus wears the crown
And I’ll fight the enemy and never bend
I’m proud of the man I’ve become
And I’m proud to call you Friend

Written By:Charles Kean
09/23/2024