“Why are we being paid to build these blockchains?”
Nobody asked until it was too late.
“Why are they called ‘block chains’ anyway?" That might have been a good question as well, but now that the labyrinth is nearly completed and we have so hopelessly blocked ourselves in, we know too well why those words were chosen.
An Afternoon at the Old Library
I came to the library in search of a pencil, which is a small piece of wood tipped with graphite that was once commonly used in schoolhouses for writing.
The pencil was to draw a picture of oppression, and while I found some paper to draw upon, I found that my R-3 Replicator at home won't print a decent pencil for some reason.
In the library’s lonely isles I heard a rustle-- a certain whisper-- and I knew I wasn’t alone there. Now, I must draw quickly.
Fool Us Twice...
I came to offer a warning to my fellow humans-- to sound an alarm, but the smell of these old books has triggered a memory, and I realize suddenly that the warning that I had decided to share was one which had been scripted for me, written by the very same sorcerers that had been creating our common dialogue all along.
Remember how we cheered when it appeared that the mighty corporations had begun to fall?
We thought it was because of our boycotts and our passionate protests, only to find that the industries had planned it all along.
How would we have known though? Nobody would have believed that our brightest psychologists had been enchanted by the darkest occultists, sorcerers who would orchestrate the system’s apparent collapse.
”Decentralize It,” they said...
They didn’t mention the parts of decentralization that might enslave us; that ‘decentralized’ meant that we would be surrounded, and infested with whatever it was that we had willfully allowed so deeply into the fabric of our being.
Decentralized means that the ulcers that were once exclusive to the bankers can now be shared with the whole population’s guts, the anguish now universally dispersed.
”End the FED”, they said...
What about the Federal Reserve Bank? Sure, it was one of the original bunch of vermin who milked us like cattle, fleeced us like sheep, but we had learned to get along, despite our constant hunger and financial oppression, hadn’t we?
We knew that the old central banking system was devised by devils, but they were the devils that we knew, and the thousands of cuts from those lovely paper notes can’t have been as painful as the blocks that we now crush ourselves with, or as debilitating as the chains that we have lashed our own hands with here in this digital labyrinth.
Remembering Liberty at the Library
There was a rustle in the library, wasn’t there? It was a whisper-- a library whisper.
I wonder now, if this library was abandoned around the same time that the word liberty was stricken from the language.
Both words are rooted in the idea of knowledge being the path to freedom, and without knowledge, we might find ourselves creatures of habit, prone to the newest words and their new meanings. We might even accept the definitions that are fed to the group mind, and may find ourselves parroting those memes, believing ourselves to be knowledgeable-- trusting the language. Trust!
The old library's papery whisper spoke a reminder, something that we had all forgotten. Trustlessness.
How did we forget trustlessness?
Trust Was No Longer Needed
Trustlessness was the thing that the blockchain had originally offered to the world, because the serpents that we had left in charge of things simply could not be trusted. We had proven it right there on the internet, during a time when hardly anything could be proven on the internet.
We had exposed how their subliminal poisons had ruined our children’s minds, and we had watched as a system with no justice had squirmed in the light that we were beaming on them. From there, it was completely up to us to take advantage of the beauty of trustlessness.
The whispers in the library are us, remembering that we no longer needed to trust, as we now had an indelible ledger which could be seen by all, good and bad. Since most of us are good at heart, then the decent humans of the world actually have the reins now, and no evil deed can go unnoticed.
Our resistance was fractal, and was thus disorganized by nature, but when we took power out of the hands of the central banks, our power was then organized into the blockchains that we secured for our own financial liberty.
With such fractal access to all of the transactions of the world, there were no more cozy marble stones for the snakes to coil beneath, and in the new light, the rest of us are actually enjoying a moment of true peer-to-peer economic clarity in the wake of that fractalization of finance that the digital blockchain technology has offered.
People are finally free from the grip of money, but are still deeply entranced with the idea of authority and external control.
We became our own banks, and we created our own wealth. We are free, but we still don’t know it as a society, or haven’t figured out how to use our new freedom properly. Instead of fighting the system, we simply chose to ignore it out of existence, but that old system remains noisy and persistent, still mucking about in our heads.
We are free, but not yet wholly liberated.
Liberation Through Decentralization
While even our resources are now decentralized, and anything imaginable will now pop out if the nearest wall on command, the modern R-3 replicator can make everything except for a decent pencil, apparently.
That has turned out to be a beneficial flaw in replicator technology, as it forced me away from the internet for an afternoon in search of a pencil. It sent me to the library where I heard the rustle of life, and was reminded that we really did free ourselves from the clutch of the central bank, only to enslave ourselves with groupthink, a mental disorder that was perfected by the internet while we were busy building those digital blockchains for ourselves.
Somehow, I have to tell everyone that they are finally free, and what we could then make of the world if they only knew!
images above are mine, 2018. May this post serve as my entry into the 
