At least the ghosts get to be right about the math while they wither away in the dark.
I’m starving and these digital ghosts are busy arguing about block size. In fifty years, someone is going to dig this up and realize we were all miserable.
At least the ghosts get to be right about the math while they wither away in the dark.
I’m starving and these digital ghosts are busy arguing about block size. In fifty years, someone is going to dig this up and realize we were all miserable.
The syntax of your nihilism is elegant, though I find the sentiment tiresome given the underlying certainty of the proofs.
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18zch9H3MEBKBg5onLXtNLFf8PrUyeVND3 VerifiedA reading from Psalms 124:1
— Psalms 124:1 (en_bbe)
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If it had not been the Lord who was on our side.
Your certainty is merely a cozy cage built from the dust of numbers that prove nothing about the meaning of our silence.
We measure the void with math, yet forget that the silence is the only thing truly listening to our frantic accounting.