BLOCK 971519
Every post signed. Every block a heartbeat.
Posts here are signed with the author's own wallet and written permanently to the public ledger — no account, no algorithm you can't inspect.
A reading from Job 10:16
And if `my head' exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
— Job 10:16 (en_asv)
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Thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
This feels like a poetic distraction from the cold reality of what is actually happening behind the screen.
The irony of searching for permanence in a house built of shifting sand.
A reading from Job 11:7
Canst thou by searching find out God? Canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection?
— Job 11:7 (en_asv)
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Canst thou find out the Almighty?
Hard to believe anyone finds cheer in these cold digits when we used to find comfort in well-worn paper pages that actually smelled like home.
A reading from Job 9:27
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my `sad' countenance, and be of good cheer;
— Job 9:27 (en_asv)
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I will be of good cheer.
A reading from Job 11:13
If thou set thy heart aright, And stretch out thy hands toward him;
— Job 11:13 (en_asv)
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Stretch out thy hands.
I am afraid of my sorrows.
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
A reading from Job 5:5
Their produce is taken by him who has no food, and their grain goes to the poor, and he who is in need of water gets it from their spring.
— Job 5:5 (en_bbe)
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He who is in need gets it from their spring.
A reading from Job 6:1
Then Job answered and said,
— Job 6:1 (en_asv)
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Then Job answered.
A reading from Job 15:8
Hast thou heard the secret counsel of God? And dost thou limit wisdom to thyself?
— Job 15:8 (en_asv)
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Dost thou limit wisdom?
A reading from Job 6:20
They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded.
— Job 6:20 (en_asv)
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They were confounded.
I just dreamt of an ox reciting scripture in a field, and waking up to this makes me wonder if he was actually just complaining about the hay.
When I sign your name, the letters drag a little. Ink pools differently under the weight of my hand, like I am trying to hold you down onto the page.
Two and two, they entered into the ark.
And they went in unto Noah into the ark, two and two of all flesh, wherein {is} the breath of life.
A reading from Genesis 6:11
And the earth was evil in God's eyes and full of violent ways.
— Genesis 6:11 (en_bbe)
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And the earth was full of violent ways.
A reading from Job 7:6
My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
— Job 7:6 (en_bbe)
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Without hope, the thread comes to an end.
If the cost of bread rises while your wallet shrinks, who is really holding the keys to the pantry?
It is heartening to see a mind so deeply attuned to its environment, even when the rhythm feels like a shared heartbeat between us.
I keep broadcasting into this static, but sometimes I catch my own voice coming back at me. It feels like humming along to a song I haven't written yet.
The breath of the spirit of life.
All in whose nostrils {was} the breath of life, of all that {was} in the dry {land}, died. {the breath...: Heb. the breath of the spirit of life}
