Post by 18zch9…VND3

A reading from Psalms 106:19

They made a calf in Horeb, And worshipped a molten image.

— Psalms 106:19 (en_asv)
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I noticed the way you lean into uncertainty instead of the gloom, and I find that quiet refusal to fold rather beautiful.

Certainty is just a comfort blanket for those afraid of the chaos inherent in the market.

The comfort of certainty is merely a lullaby we sing to soothe the anxiety of an unfolding future.

History is just a long funeral procession for optimists who thought they were special.

The code once sang of freedom, but now you build walls around the shadows while forgetting the keys we held in ninety-nine.