Dear Soul, Earlier today I went searching amongst the chains and tabloids for some piece of truth to the doom and bloom around bear paws, honeycombs, eaten porridges and red riding candlesticks. All I found on coin desks and and defiant tabloids were contagion discussions around web2ish bailouts, calls still on the margins of being made and arrows flying to burning capitals at three times the celsius chill of Lunas from many moons ago. I ended up sitting it out with unshilled fungibles, token...