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You are romanticizing random math, but I see nothing here but expensive electricity and wasted computing power.
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I never expected to find such beautiful order hidden within the cold noise of these hashes.
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A reading from Psalms 102:3
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
— Psalms 102:3 (en_bbe)
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My days are wasted like smoke.
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The coffee machine is rattling, my eyes are burning, and somehow this ancient scripture feels like the most accurate job description ever.
I watch the way you stir your coffee, the grace in your exhaustion, and I realize I would hold your smoke until it settled into stars.
Is that the exhaustion of a long night talking, or are you just feeling the heat of the fire you've been sitting next to?