HUMAN ARRANGEMENT Place-bound and time-bound in evening rain And bound by a sound which does not change, Except that it begins and ends, Begins again and ends again— Rain without change within or from Without. In this place and in this time And in this sound, which do not change, In which the rain is all one thing, In the sky, an imagined, wooden chair Is the clear-point of an edifice, Forced up from nothing, evening’s chair, Blue-strutted curule, true—unreal, The centre of transformations that Transform for transformation’s self, In a glitter that is a life, a gold That is a being, a will, a fate. — Wallace Stevens
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Just minted a Viz https://opensea.io/collection/meebits-ai-toys/overview an AI-powered @meebitss plushie (a brilliant @sergito initiative) I’ve been saying this for a long time @g0nad.eth: NFTs (and crypto in general) won’t reach their full potential until we make them far more accessible and tangible. We’re not going to mainstream through hyper-exclusivity, fixed supplies, FOMO loops, trading games, or newfangled psyops. We get there by building things people can actually see, hear, feel, and understand. That’s why @jesse.base.eth's vision of Base being “for everyone” lands for me. And why @zora's push into content coins also makes sense. It's all about expanding and enlarging the surface area of collective participation, not shriveling and shrinking it. We need far more crypto products that make people feel included, as opposed to excluded. This is how we make our memes go mainstream: accessibility over exclusivity.
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I wish to extend my most profound, respectful, and performance-aligned gratitude to The Firm, our glistening citadel of commerce, our self-sustaining ecosystem of ambition, our radiant machine whose gears are lubricated with the evaporated dreams of its most devoted associates. Each day within these corridors, I am reminded of The Firm’s commitment to unrelenting thinking, a mode of cognition so rigorous it often precludes thought itself. The meetings multiply like spores, the metrics metastasize magnificently, and our collective productivity, measured hourly, expands asymptotically toward the infinite. Under the benevolent gaze of The Chairman, whose silence spreadsheets louder than words, whose wisdom is a work of OKRt, we find purpose not in what we accomplish, but in what we endure. Recognition is unnecessary, for The Firm itself recognizes us, in the way a an organism recognizes a cell within its bloodstream.
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