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Hello There. Hi. Who are you? I’m a nobody finding my purpose. Nobody? Why nobody? That’s because I don’t know my Self - yet? Ok. Hi Nobody. Hello…erm, you haven’t told me who you are though… You didn’t ask. Who are you? I am the voice in your head narrating this writing. Ok - a bit creepy. You are me then? No. You are nobody. I am the voice in your head. Ok, so you are the voice in my head. Yes. Ok. Hi voice in my head. Stop talking to your Self. DAMN IT! edition://0x7dFeaC46Ef851EDF8B7Af0A0...
DAOpunk Diaries (007)
1554hrs, Metaverse Another day and a million questions about how to figure out these Web3 spaces. The bait was the hype; the hook was the money; I got caught up despite the catch that wild west markets and poor understanding make for phishing and losses - but here I am casting my own net into the Web3 sea to fish for knowledge, wealth, wisdom and financial freedom. This is a DAOpunk diary of Crypto Native #148 trying to pave the way towards living as a sovereign individual in the external, ma...

w3bscribing…(75)
Late nights and early mornings sometimes make for few words and tired typing. MY journey through web3 between all things crypto, DAO and NFT has shown me the little I know who I am becoming and where I want to be. Again I am reminded that is the small consistent steps that progress the journey towards its desired end And that dreams of greatness and grandeur with the willingness to sacrifice comfort will birth forth nothing but empty promises procrastinated on excuses of ‘tomorrow’. Whatever ...
Thinker Talker | Dreamer Doer. Web3 writer paving a way through storytelling.

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If sound falls on deaf ears and the alphabets on a page read blind to the unfocused, what power is there in a word but letters misread, misheard and unlearnt for the information or seeming knowledge they may have.
Of what benefit are delineations arranged with form, pronounced in borrowed sound, accents and intonations to communicate - to mean something - and in continuous tongue lashing beat significance out of their lines.
What is in a word? Is there more than the need to reach another with sound; without telepathy or telekinesis - no means to transmit thought in silence - that on the wings of words we send our wishes like doves relaying messages.
Even if sound were to fall on deaf ears and the alphabets on a page read blind to the unfocused, power is ever present in the feeling behind every letter written, sentence phrased, and word spoken with purpose and meaning.
Behind every word in every tongue is a spell behind the spelling, magic in the phonetics and energy in the expression of each syllable.
In a word lives many stories, emotions and conversations yearning to be told in conversation; to be communicated in every passing moment wherever sound resonates and silence retains the unspoken music of words singing their harmony to the rhythm of our linguistic listenings.
Words are the current that Life electrifyingly flows through to paint the canvas of our living with colour.
What is in a Word?
Everything.
edition://0x7dFeaC46Ef851EDF8B7Af0A04c6019c12D3A6146?editionId=0
If sound falls on deaf ears and the alphabets on a page read blind to the unfocused, what power is there in a word but letters misread, misheard and unlearnt for the information or seeming knowledge they may have.
Of what benefit are delineations arranged with form, pronounced in borrowed sound, accents and intonations to communicate - to mean something - and in continuous tongue lashing beat significance out of their lines.
What is in a word? Is there more than the need to reach another with sound; without telepathy or telekinesis - no means to transmit thought in silence - that on the wings of words we send our wishes like doves relaying messages.
Even if sound were to fall on deaf ears and the alphabets on a page read blind to the unfocused, power is ever present in the feeling behind every letter written, sentence phrased, and word spoken with purpose and meaning.
Behind every word in every tongue is a spell behind the spelling, magic in the phonetics and energy in the expression of each syllable.
In a word lives many stories, emotions and conversations yearning to be told in conversation; to be communicated in every passing moment wherever sound resonates and silence retains the unspoken music of words singing their harmony to the rhythm of our linguistic listenings.
Words are the current that Life electrifyingly flows through to paint the canvas of our living with colour.
What is in a Word?
Everything.
edition://0x7dFeaC46Ef851EDF8B7Af0A04c6019c12D3A6146?editionId=0
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