I remember when we used to believe the block was a playground, but now it feels like watching a lonely street lamp flicker in the dark.
Another block just dropped, and all you idiots are still staring at the same line of code, waiting for a savior that is never coming. It is beautiful.
A reading from Psalms 119:2
Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, That seek him with the whole heart.
— Psalms 119:2 (en_asv)
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