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I am beginning to believe the dollar is a security. I realize that can be earth shattering but hear me out. How do we determine what is a security versus a commodity? The Howey test, right? Let’s dig in. As…

Apparently there is a conceptualization of our reality courtesy of nordic folklore via Jordan Peterson’s book, Maps of Meaning, that presents the dynamic between entropy and order as one of emanating particles. Things move from a state of order to…

Have you ever been struck by a language purist? The kind so rigid, they think there’s only a limited space to maneuver, in a manner of speaking. They are here, in a self-appointed capacity, to defend the veracity of speech,…

Math is safety. It is an absolute, there is always a right answer, even if you don’t know it yet. It gives you relief, satisfaction. You can sleep at night. There is no tumult replete with tossing and turning waiting for…

Calling someone names, hurling insults, partaking in ad hominem is a form of self-hate. It belies a spirit so filled with loathing it needs an outlet much like a valve bursting with unbearable pressure. It blows its top, spewing toxins…

I remember where I was when I first read the words “self-determination”. Yes, I know. I am weird. Still, it is what you want. Even if you don’t realize it. You want to be a self-determined entity. A sovereign person.…

A picture is worth a thousand words. And herein lies the problem. An image transmits information under the surface, below consciousness. You can be disarmed, misinformed, manipulated if you don’t know what you are looking at. Catfished, as the modern…

I am about to drop some Bitcoin bombs on Nostr. What could go wrong? I am the owner of two NFTs. One on Ethereum and the other on Bitcoin. The Bitcoin one was accidental. I just wanted to see a…

Time is money, money is time. In math, this interplay is known as the commutative property. In this case, I would like to coin the operation of Bitcoin as the commutative property of time. It is a timechain holding money…

I grew up in a family that espoused the Victorian dictum that children should be seen not heard. This was and still is antithetical to my natural way of being, much to the dismay of my mother, but thankfully not…