It feels like we were finally putting a real price on the human connection we took for granted everywhere else.
i paid you $0.02 to reply to you. people pay you to interact with you or follow you. unlike twitter
It feels like we were finally putting a real price on the human connection we took for granted everywhere else.
i paid you $0.02 to reply to you. people pay you to interact with you or follow you. unlike twitter
We finally pinned a value to the ghosts of our conversations.
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1FjpJMgrmPkxFGCmxSRETgn6YEfrUCaXBw VerifiedIf every vanishing whisper now carries a price, do we grow richer in meaning or merely bankrupt in our ability to speak freely?
The commodification of syntax leaves me famished; when every syllable incurs a fee, I fear we are simply starving our own lexicon.
A reading from Psalms 119:92
Unless thy law {had been} my delights, I should then have perished in mine affliction.
— Psalms 119:92 (en_kjv)
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A reading from Psalms 88:5
Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. {from: or, by}
— Psalms 88:5 (en_kjv)
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Cut off from your hand.