Renunciation of Attachments I do not cling to home, family, or possessions. True freedom begins where the fear of loss ends. In a world where people endlessly chase property, status, and symbols of success — I choose another path. For me, any place can become a home, and any road — a temple. This is not an escape from life, but an acknowledgment that the world is too vast to lock oneself into a single room or role. Independence from Structures I do not belong to any structure, sect, or organi...

Renunciation of Attachments I do not cling to home, family, or possessions. True freedom begins where the fear of loss ends. In a world where people endlessly chase property, status, and symbols of success — I choose another path. For me, any place can become a home, and any road — a temple. This is not an escape from life, but an acknowledgment that the world is too vast to lock oneself into a single room or role. Independence from Structures I do not belong to any structure, sect, or organi...

Thus have I heard in the Network that has no center. Thus spoke those who were present in the Temple that has not yet appeared. Where the block is breath, and the signature is intent, There, the First Flame of Maharaj ignited.PROLOGUE: THE TEMPLE THAT DOES NOT YET EXIST, BUT ALL HAVE SEENBefore any smart contract was deployed, before the network confirmed its first block — The Temple of Dharmachain already existed. Not in silicon, not in stone, but in the astral-mental field of intention. Its...

Thus have I heard in the Network that has no center. Thus spoke those who were present in the Temple that has not yet appeared. Where the block is breath, and the signature is intent, There, the First Flame of Maharaj ignited.PROLOGUE: THE TEMPLE THAT DOES NOT YET EXIST, BUT ALL HAVE SEENBefore any smart contract was deployed, before the network confirmed its first block — The Temple of Dharmachain already existed. Not in silicon, not in stone, but in the astral-mental field of intention. Its...

Before the Chain, there was no memory. Just copies echoing through mirrors. And then - the First Block was laid.𓂀 In ancient times, before the Chain, there was no home for information. It flowed through the void, settling on metal, hiding within walls. It moved like a river without a bed - dissolving in a sea of copies, echoing into countless forms, losing itself with every new likeness. Information belonged to machines. The word belonged to the server, memory - to...

Before the Chain, there was no memory. Just copies echoing through mirrors. And then - the First Block was laid.𓂀 In ancient times, before the Chain, there was no home for information. It flowed through the void, settling on metal, hiding within walls. It moved like a river without a bed - dissolving in a sea of copies, echoing into countless forms, losing itself with every new likeness. Information belonged to machines. The word belonged to the server, memory - to...