They called it the Genesis Block but we chose not to turn to history, chose not to listen to the words of a past already spoken. The Hebrew word for mark is 'Oth, Remembrance. Other meanings are Omen and Warning.* We did not take heed.
They gave us all the signs necessary to discover their plans, uncover their conspiracies knowing full well we will not pay attention for we are blinded, we are lost, all we see is ourselves and all we have created bounces back the reflections we choose to cast.
We lust for what we cannot have and our gluttonous stomachs are never full for we are greedy and looking for the easy way forward. It is our sloth that drives us, too disinterested in effort to investigate, unwilling to work. And when our hypocrisy is pointed out, we act with vengeance, release our wrath and it feels good. Yet, we look onto the positions of others and become envious, jealous of what they have and simultaneously proud of what we hold, what we believe. We want other but we cannot let go of what we have, a conflict like no other. And the circle of sin is complete.
Follow the money and all roads lead to Rome but, who followed that path, who was willing to wait, hold their chance at prosperity and do the due diligence necessary? No, that is not our way, we want progress now and as the battle of competition with our brother rages, the original plan marches on.
Divide et impera, Divide and conquer is the way to have it all but the divisions need to be contained under the arch of enslavement. All must be brought together, all must believe they are part of something great, a new world, a new order - Freedom of the individual.
Connect them, unite them, bring them under one flag, make them strong, reward them for their efforts, offer them value for doing the things they enjoy under the guise of independence. Money for pleasure, money to be me. Who could resist?
None. For they were tired of a world of wanting, weary from the grind of getting nowhere, the promise that hard work would pay was a lie, a trick to increase productivity, a wedge to separate society along the lines of wealth. They had had enough of the opaque set of rules that benefited some and oppressed others. Where was the chance for the ordinary man when the game was hidden? Where was the honesty, they asked. They were finally ready.
There is a way, there is another way. Transparency of action, clarity of transaction, the ability to see the rules at play, the chance to see how others play the game and play yourself. Transparency yes, but the glass walls are walls none the less, cruelty of the highest order. The snake being forced to watch itself eat its own tail.
It is not fair they cried, it is not fair! We can see the game is not in our favor, we can see the field is not level. We can see the mountain and those atop preaching that all are free to climb, and we can see the razor wire fences that surround their position.
With clarity of sight, reality was seen, the game once hidden was indeed rigged. The rules were created to benefit the few, drive wealth along each link to fall into the pool with only a trickle, a tear, to run down the mountainside to moisten the lips of the masses.
We want out we did not agree, if we had only known they cried.
Did not agree? came the questioned reply. You agreed and we have proof for we have 'Oth, remembrance and our memories are immutable. Contract after contract you have signed granting our access to your lives, piece by piece giving us ownership to your very souls.
Each word you have said and movement you have made, we have recorded, categorized and filed away. Every desire you hold, pleasure you seek and the darkness of your own minds we know. We know.
You were willing to be paid for little to nothing and not one declined the chance. You wanted to leave your marks on the world, you wanted to be remembered forever, and forever you shall be. You wanted access, you wanted information, transparency of what was hidden. You wanted to be individuals and you were granted exactly what you wished, without being careful for that which you wished.
Look in your hand you hold it there, look in your hand and see the truth. What you hold is yours to do with as you choose but to use it means to leave a mark, a breadcrumb, a morsel for us to feed upon, for us to tax, for us to optimize, sell, imprison.
You own your Key but, we are the key ring and we own all of the doors.
Make your choice, leave your mark and that mark is forever yours. You believed and feared that the mark would be placed upon you by a crooked and twisted ruler. You never considered that dictator was you, and you would each do it to yourselves.
Please enter your Private Key.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]