There’s over 30,000 people in the server now. That’s a lot of spoons.

I started getting overwhelmed.  

So I started to re-group, and write….

I got GENESIS, then even got WITNESS, but still not some others, even though I was pretty ‘active’.  

Where do I put my attention?  What role do I want to acquire?  Now I see wellness channels and that’s my background so maybe I’ll hang out there and help out.

But I still wanted spelunker role so maybe I’ll go help out again in general.  And of course wanted documentor… and did multiple memes for surveyor.. but still no go on these roles.

And WHY I ask, do I want these roles?  And then I began to do what I actually like best: PHILOSOPHIZING about it.  Which apparently now there’s a role for it I’m not even sure how to get… before that role I was getting ‘Genesis’ in the research section by talking about the point of Concave.  

I have to say when I ‘got’ the GENESIS role, I was elated.  But it wasn’t because I was ‘trying’ to just get a role, I was actually ‘trying’ to understand Concave.  But in the end, I realized: it’s really all about trying to understand myself.  Why am I here?  I don’t fit the so-called developing ‘avatar’ of a concavooor.  So what is my purpose?  

And then: I got in SYNC.  

It is a mirror to the illusion of life.  My life.  I look to belong.  What role will I play?  I look to connect.  Who and where will I connect?  I look for truth.  What do I use to know it?

The seemingly easy route would be a fork.  It’s penetrating.  It’s pokes and prods, but can only get so deep on it’s own accord.  And then I remember: in folklore a devil holds a pitchfork.  A devil falls from the sky; a fallen angel.  He’s grounded with a fork, and stuck here.  He attempts to dig but only winds up in a pit of darkness.    

He hides in the shadows of a pit, knowing the work is being done without him.  And like a grim reaper, he emerges long enough to take from the time and strength of others.  

Then I thought, a knife.  But a knife cuts straight through the heart, with no process, no moments, no meaning, no journey.  A knife is a life unlived.  

What is left but a spoon?  I would dig, out of my own illusions, into my own reality, one scoop at a time.  Moment by moment, Thinking Fast and Slow (a great book by the way).  

Once I chose the spoon, I began to see others with a spoon.  We were together, and yet we were not the same.  We all had our gifts.  But the game was the same: create Concave.  

WAGMI We are gonna MAKE IT.  

Digging with thousands of spoons led to a spring that one knife could never imagine splitting open. Thousands of spoons has thousands of more images making the spring brighter, more vibrant, and flowing freely.    

Concave is the journey of the spoons.  

WAGMI.  We make the spring by digging into it together through connection, through imagination, through living life.  It’s not about getting through it by hunkering down with a pitchfork until death.  It’s not about it with a knife, slicing through memories to get to the next groundbreaking endeavor. 

It’s with a spoon.  Imagine that.

You have a spoon.  I have a spoon.  Concave reminds us that if we use our spoons for good, together, WAGMI.  

There’s over 30,000 people in the server now. That’s a lot of spoons.

I started getting overwhelmed.  

So I started to re-group, and write….

I got GENESIS, then even got WITNESS, but still not some others, even though I was pretty ‘active’.  

Where do I put my attention?  What role do I want to acquire?  Now I see wellness channels and that’s my background so maybe I’ll hang out there and help out.

But I still wanted spelunker role so maybe I’ll go help out again in general.  And of course wanted documentor… and did multiple memes for surveyor.. but still no go on these roles.

And WHY I ask, do I want these roles?  And then I began to do what I actually like best: PHILOSOPHIZING about it.  Which apparently now there’s a role for it I’m not even sure how to get… before that role I was getting ‘Genesis’ in the research section by talking about the point of Concave.  

I have to say when I ‘got’ the GENESIS role, I was elated.  But it wasn’t because I was ‘trying’ to just get a role, I was actually ‘trying’ to understand Concave.  But in the end, I realized: it’s really all about trying to understand myself.  Why am I here?  I don’t fit the so-called developing ‘avatar’ of a concavooor.  So what is my purpose?  

And then: I got in SYNC.  

It is a mirror to the illusion of life.  My life.  I look to belong.  What role will I play?  I look to connect.  Who and where will I connect?  I look for truth.  What do I use to know it?

The seemingly easy route would be a fork.  It’s penetrating.  It’s pokes and prods, but can only get so deep on it’s own accord.  And then I remember: in folklore a devil holds a pitchfork.  A devil falls from the sky; a fallen angel.  He’s grounded with a fork, and stuck here.  He attempts to dig but only winds up in a pit of darkness.    

He hides in the shadows of a pit, knowing the work is being done without him.  And like a grim reaper, he emerges long enough to take from the time and strength of others.  

Then I thought, a knife.  But a knife cuts straight through the heart, with no process, no moments, no meaning, no journey.  A knife is a life unlived.  

What is left but a spoon?  I would dig, out of my own illusions, into my own reality, one scoop at a time.  Moment by moment, Thinking Fast and Slow (a great book by the way).  

Once I chose the spoon, I began to see others with a spoon.  We were together, and yet we were not the same.  We all had our gifts.  But the game was the same: create Concave.  

WAGMI We are gonna MAKE IT.  

Digging with thousands of spoons led to a spring that one knife could never imagine splitting open. Thousands of spoons has thousands of more images making the spring brighter, more vibrant, and flowing freely.    

Concave is the journey of the spoons.  

WAGMI.  We make the spring by digging into it together through connection, through imagination, through living life.  It’s not about getting through it by hunkering down with a pitchfork until death.  It’s not about it with a knife, slicing through memories to get to the next groundbreaking endeavor. 

It’s with a spoon.  Imagine that.

You have a spoon.  I have a spoon.  Concave reminds us that if we use our spoons for good, together, WAGMI.