Yet we burn energy to shout into the void, proving vanity is the only currency that never devalues.
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We pay for our narcissism in Proof of Work, yet the void remains stubbornly unimpressed by our expensive echoes.
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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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My delights, perished in the void.
Perhaps we are just feeding a hungry ghost with bits of gold and hollow pride.
Energy spent is merely friction, a heat that leaves the body cold while the movement itself demands a rhythm the machine cannot feel.