In the current financial system we never can Know the future increase of money supply as This is decided by a few powerful people who Are not elected or chosen by the citizens, yet Rig the game for the benefit of those in power Monetary Inflation rate for 2024? We don’t know Monetary Inflation rate for 2025? We don’t know Therefore Let’s gain surety by using a Bitcoin Standard Which has a perfectly predictable issue rate The new coin inflation rate for 2023? 1.78% Inflation rate after halving in 2024? 1.1% Knowing these figures exactly for the next 100 years and more gives people surety And businesses foresight and stability
Stats on Bitcoin Issuance when this poem was written 6/14/23 Total amount of Bitcoins to be mined: 21,000,000 Bitcoins in Circulation: 19,401,756 Total Bitcoins left to mine: 1,598,024 Bitcoins Generated per day: 900 Bitcoins Generated per day after halving: 450
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The fractional reserve banking system Is built on an unstable foundation where Not all depositors can access money freely. Since banks can lend more than they have This regularly leads to credit & asset bubbles And then business failures during downturns Therefore Let’s move to a more stable system where There is no central authority which people Need to trust with their deposits, an open And accurate ledger where everyone can Simply verify that their money is secure With Bitcoin this technology is available
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I grew up with these cliffs the boundary of land and sea where rock, exposed and naked stands before the unforgiving elements eroding each moment yet stable a rock face, a solid, changing, evolution of nature raw, unflinching, unapologetic. holding a magic none can match. the beauty of the inner form exposed present, bold, unerring Who are we that stand before them? Do we bare out soul And allow life to shape us into beautiful magical beings of grace? Or do we brace against the winds of lifes changes try to hide our nature, cling onto a redundant view of ourselves and struggle to conceal our truths Be more like cliff and rock, Stable yet fluid. ever-present yet evolving Embrace your decay, your lines your growth Rejoice when a part of your psyche tumbles into the ocean and you are exposed In newness. and vulnerability.
All pray for sunny rays But the sunny days have gone a--way lead astray smokey grey just to say good--bye Yeah, I must have blazed a few back in my Hey--day But the skies still blue turns a different hue but only on May-- Days Well., I guess that's the reason why the meaning of life Or at least for me? is so un--substantial even tho some-times we fold but don't forget_ to line it with hope Or maybe much so? that our minds are now frac-- tured So.. Don't tread on my mi-cro frac-- tions ( As I would often say ) Seeing that mines are both split / in personalities of my current Reality? Yo., But that's just a very small frac-- shun in this type of re-- ac- tion
Dealing with feelings of being shunned and or rejected
If there is one thing that couldn’t Be further from the truth, Nothing in this life is free. To do better in chase of sanity. One of the greatest forms of currency, In a world of chaos everything Has a cost. No matter the need or want, Yet I am ever so appreciative. To be housed, clothed & fed with working Lights and water. Stability, an antidepressant in a world You wake up & do the same thing over & over. If there is one thing that couldn’t Be further from the truth. Nothing in this life is free, & I Ever so appreciative. I’d gladly pay weekly, biweekly, even monthly. I feel that much closer to liberation Under the roof of your smile, A sense of privacy unlike any other. Your lips the doorbell to inner peace. Your hands a meal to feed thousands At a time. Although nothing is free, I am ever so appreciative that a smile Doesn’t cost a thing. I couldn’t think of a better representation, A better place to be
I grew up moving from place to place, Usually about once a year. It is very difficult for a child to form friendships, When they are never in the same school two years in a row. Military brats go through this, I'm told.
My childhood was a series of disasters and moves.
Like the apartment building in Alexandria that caught on fire every other weekend. Where my step-dad lost control of the car and tried to stop by sticking his foot out of the door. My sister almost died from an allergic reaction to soap. I fell off the jungle-gym and nearly bit off my lower lip.
The townhouse in burke where my step-dad went through the sliding glass door, face-first. Where he got Tiger, the 75 lb. German Sheppard, Who was crazy and scared the **** out of us constantly. Let's see what else? I knocked my sister out of a second-story window, Our babysitter was a ******,
The townhouse in Fairfax where I first saw my step-dad hit my mother, Where we lived when they divorced. This is where we lived when the 300 lb. redneck enjoyed trying to **** me on a daily basis. Our college student tenant had to stand up for me.
Basically to make a long story short, not a lot of ****** stability in my childhood.
Every single adult relationship continued this pattern.
Whether this is because I unconsciously seek out these situations, I don't know.
I sometimes think that people need their disasters, so they have a reason to give up.
I am sick of disasters. I am tired of moving on. I am sick and tired of giving up.