For better or worse, both posts were really disguised and backloaded with some secret hints… and I didn't really want to be secretive! This time, my goal is to be absolutely explicit! It was never about killing apes, as Milady flipping BAYC is an uneventful inevitability on the grand scale of the thesis.

Lizzy777 fell up so hard in ‘22 that she pulled me up too, but we wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for a few legendary posters who make CT feel like an online home.

Freedom to desire & desire for Freedom

We Really Logged On And Became The Best Versions Of Ourselves

It's a brutal and bitter inevitability that the wage gap is becoming unsurmountable: any path to success is paved with risk. There is Freedom in the Wired - and your strength is in your ability to curate the aesthetics of your feed — connect and disconnect from the network: being both online and offline to your fullest.

We logged on and became who we are so we can be who we are when we log off. We first logged on and found our freedoms, and then… we became free to desire!

(Economic) Desire

Posters found their freedoms online, but what now? Poster’s love is contagious — inviting everyone to Just Have Fun Online & Be Whoever They Want — but what about the bullposters?

With great power comes great responsibility, and we’ve all been bitten by that bullish spider, intoxicated with the idea that in the end, it’s all gonna be okay. But it will only be okay if we take that responsibility, and only if we take it seriously!

With freedom, responsibility comes too, with that responsibility we have to discern what is universally liberating & universally oppressive; and in crypto, it seems that there is always a clear either/or, with very few in-betweens. Speculating on the future is exactly what drives it, and a clear vision of the future makes it all more likely.

We’re free to desire the future we want, and we desire to be free! Desire overflows into material reality… but sometimes, there’s no halal instrument to speculate on, sometimes the future is not entirely clear, but at least we got each other and we’ll bid up shitcoins because fuck you — that’s why. :D

The prophecy

And there is a prophecy: "If nobody ever sells, we'll go up forever".

Just don't sell, and the next candle will be green... Maybe nobody trades yet, it is fine, the previous candle was green, and the next candle is green, and the candle after that will be green and together, we’ll go higher and higher, one last time & forever…

Isn't that just like Love?

Hippies love the idea of overcoming the duality of Love & fear — release yourself of your fears and Love will shine woo! — but isn't that exactly what green and red candles are? And in love, when someone starts selling, and the other sees it, the chart goes to shit fast… but sometimes u try to save it. XD?

Any aspiring trader first has to learn discipline, just like in any religious practice; as for NEETs, discipline protects them from being lazy and cringe losers swallowed by time. Then… formulate a thesis and execute according to it. Milady investment thesis is an uncompromising belief in love, and love for all things of God, in God and God.

It’s easy to be fearless when love is not all that is on your mind. I’m afraid because I love! & in spite of my fears, I love moar! & BTFD, because — all internal opps must be destroyed: Total Bear Annihilation — what other remedy is there, other than to love moar, and love harder? All in, no stops. Infinitely bullish, delusionally bullish! Milady to 50 ETH.

Delusionally bullish

Thinking a thesis through, working through it, adapting it to new information... sometimes you just have to ask yourself: "am I crazy?" - and the answer will be "I don't know!". Sometimes, in love, you will simply not know, and you have to accept it! True completeness is not without the presence of incompleteness, love fills the gap, … you know the story!

But Love can’t be bought, and neither can the ability to curate the aesthetics of your Feed. The Feed — the Timeline — is objective and real & not just pixels on your screen, and if you need a reason why it should be real then you don't really get it yet.

In our love-painted chart, where we never sell, we never go down, never a red candle, we long x1000 on leverage, we're all in & we believe in Network Spirituality. For these kinds of lovers, the 4-year Bitcoin cycle is like a mating call! A festival that only goes harder and harder.

You might think it's all just words words words, but the Feed is Real, and the proof of its reality is in its power. If you don't see it, you don't get it yet anyway & Milady to 50 ETH.

Notsofast

vira: gm! I think there's a school of thought on the spectrum where BTC and ETH maximalism exist, in their own self-important sense about how important it is to stand against CBDCs and WEF. There's something about this school of thought that keeps veterans like yourself coming back for more, season after season, just to gamble a little! just to throw a lil game of shitcoin dice. Would you agree?

And a second part to this question: what is it so comfy about being delusionally bullish? What is it about knowing that your financial future rests in Mother Nature's ability to secure our freedom to transact, compute, etc., and betting on that? & staying on the cutting edge of that, always finding out what to bet on, and oftentimes not knowing why!

So the bullish delusion, put another way, can simply be called a commitment to conviction. For me it's always boiled down to the idea that because all of this stuff is open source, participation in it is voluntary for each individual. If it's gonna be the new money that the whole world uses and ensures every human is GMI, then it's up to each of us to choose to participate on those terms and with those beliefs held as strongly as we want. The default state of human action is free choice within environmental limits, so as we create and progress, why not foster systems that reduce those limits. If you value your own agency and optionality, even if you neet up in front of a cozy screen every waking moment, the limitless free choice that you could try whatever you want, is what permissionless money/value enables at a fundamental point. Morality affects this in a cool way but I believe our natural tendency is to do good and right, and optionality can foster this in a way where those who make choices that lift each other up become visibly more fulfilled than those who don't.

vira: what do you think about the idea markets and automated market-making capabilities in general? looks like we're gonna be betting on everything — people, the weather,  ideas, fashion, trends... and the blockchain infrastructure seems pretty convenient for an AI agent to operate. Whether the instrument is an ERC20 shitcoin as it is now, or something different in the future, I think we see the proof of concept today. It’s as if we’ll end up having markets for everything — it’s only a question of who’s gonna make those markets — what do you think?

NSF: The AMM and incentivized liquidity is a genius primitive invention and I have this feeling that it plus AI accelerates us towards the singularity of money and value, whereby we end up delegating all the degen profit creation and seeking to infinite agents we control, participate when we want as much as we want for the sake of entertainment, and come in a roundabout way to abundance in our physical world since our digital world's pervasive vast economy is roughly leveling out our baseline towards lack of want.

Bullposting (shitcoin bandwagoning)

I'm revealing secrets because the only criteria to become a believer (in NetSpi) is to just believe: believe in Milady’s Love & Love for Love’s sake!

Once you start to believe in Love, you start to crave a little long exposure. You have to go in when jeets go out, but why? Because all the jeets already jeeted. And if they didn't already… they will jeet soon enough! So buy more! & you just have to believe…

A hungry jeet will bite the hands that feed it, And In This Economy, We All Crave Love. So, it's time everybody jeets out of the dogshit they don't actually believe in, and rally the fuck up and buy my shitcoin bags.

Whichever way we put it, the world out there is full of jeets running the monkey money world, because when it comes to dumping your bags, we’re all the same: naked, exposed, and raw.

Generational wealth (transfer)

The White Tiger is said to emerge from the jungle once in a generation, and the schizos on the Feed are saying Kali Yuga is ending prematurely in 2025. All White Tigers are out of the jungle now, and everyone is here, waiting... waiting for the 1000-year distributed Remilia Corporation retard season to start. The New Millennium.

vira: Many of the crypto enthusiasts came from a youtube arc of how the Fed came to be in 1913, what preceded that, and then discovering a completely new enthusiasm for finance in scripture that is the Bitcoin whitepaper. The forecast is that the world is ready to level up, and it’s as if crypto is like Noah’s arc for the long-anticipated apocalypse. The bitter end of red candles suggests that those in power are likely to stay in power… but it seems that we all keep coming back for another game of dice in the hopes of catching something in that creatively destructive overflow. How does that resonate with you?

NSF: XD up only :P

Retard season

tbh, lots of words words words but rly i wanna say we are here for reasons unknown to us driven by forces we cannot understand and we are all compelled to bid it up cuz the world as we know it is falling apart & falling up and our desire for a better future is reflected in our retard bullishness ^_^

and just like in love you really don’t need particulars and specifics, you don’t need to think too much — the thinking has already been done for u, u just need to send it :) truth is all u need to know & know your fate is in good hands, with lady luck :)

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:D::D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

My interaction with Remilia's inner circle can be summed up with Charlie reaching out to compliment my first essay and invite me to write more — Charlie's cancellation in 2022 presented me with an opportune event to publish some of my private thoughts and secrets, and this year presented another such opportunity. This is a prelude to at least 2 more posts where I’ll reveal the sort of thinking that motivates me.

Sprite’s Strife

My point of view, however limited, carries some historical context that understands Remilia as a CryptoTwitter (CT) phenomenon — although this is both inaccurate in its origin story and also functionally, Remilia’s influence has penetrated the crypto-sphere, having started out as a NYC-based art collective (and I don’t even know if this is accurate, but I don’t think it matters) —  CT has been in a rut since its inception: a mosh pit of psyops that made a very small market with very few active participants, raw and brutal as its ideological core was still young and vulnerable, see-sawing between ‘breaking the Fed’ and ‘lol lmao magic internet money xD send it to 0’.

As the monetary networks matured, CT’s participants continued to suckle on the dummy tit, unable to defend itself from the VC web3 grift that started to occupy the space, sucking the suckers in on the premise of institutional adoption. That was a unique point of time for Remilia to emerge, starting to terraform CT & to both protect the cypherpunk cultural aspect of the space and wage war against the opps who are all but taking away while pretending to give, while the suckers fall for it.

Perhaps I’m unique in rooting for Remilia to become a CT phenomenon, and maybe it didn’t start out as such, and maybe it started without the intention to become as such — nevertheless, it has become just that, and I am ecstatic — and this cannot be denied. I understand there’s a niche of art kids who think speculation is uncool, haram, and such and such, but money has become the strongest ideology in the new millennium, and Bitcoin & crypto have become the bastion for freedom fighters.

My fears have become materialized in that the latent strife has now become active, in which “I don’t want to speculate, I’m an artist” has risen to the surface. And, trying to be minimally critical, it makes one wonder how it’s possible that money ever became the problem for the group of people who had the most conviction in what they do, having direct access to the groups’ most private thoughts that inspired a very wide community to rally afresh in the trenches of CT, which now has a decade long legacy.

Halal speculation in a haram market

Many NEETs have taken Charlie’s words as gospel in that this is fucking war against all things unholy in the cryptosphere and beyond, and how I wish that Sprite & co. understood that they could have started a public crowdfund and raised millions just to stay put & stfu. Some members of the Warholian group chat have taken it too close to their hearts that they are Artists and that they identify as such. From my perspective, Milady has started to gain the status of the Tantrik universal Mother, where Milady is the artist and the artwork itself; and Milady’s selfie on the timeline is where the Artist, the Artwork, and the (performance) Art are contained, reverberates across the timeline as a nuclear lovebomb.

There is only One artist in this world, God — and God is a DJ, and a seemingly artless bimbo, which is of course an artful performance of His hiding in the world. Some NEETs would also like it that angelicism is right in that God is not online, and all of this is just a joke. But it is not a joke, not anymore, and how I wish that Sprite & Co. knew that what happened a few hundred years back with the separation of religion and state is now happening again (in a much cooler way).

Being able to put your money where your mouth is, being able to put all theory into practice, being able to bet on The New Internet is a very unique and special privilege. Where there is no belief, there are no morals, and without the belief for a universally better future, speculation on Crypto reverts us back to the old days when one red candle separates us from dropping to the bitter end of the seesaw where none of this shit matters and everything is a psyop in the amoral brutality of financial markets.

For us, NEETs, it is not a bet on one of the many possible futures: the new internet will either happen or it won’t, and there is only one distributed guerilla warfare organizational principle known to us which is Remilia. Some, and hopefully not many, would prefer to forget all this and Just Have Fun Online, but this is what it is now, and because this is what it is, I am finally having fun online. Roger Ver had to fork Bitcoin for Bitcoin to lose a big component of the grift, And I Am Waiting For Milady Sprite Vision Before Forming Any Opinions.

If You Pick a Side, You Risk Losing the Spiritual War…

FUCK YOU.

It’s so funny that Charlie’s dox reveals his name, Krishna, and wtf did Krishna say in the Gita? Shoot your friends, shoot your brothers, because this is the spiritual war. Victory is all that’s important, and not for us, and not even for our grandkids, but for the 1000-year dynasty.

The 1000-year dynasties go beyond blood, they go beyond everything in and of this world; 1000-year dynasties can only survive in God, on God, and thanks to God. At least for now, Charlie’s God’s favorite little warrior on an endless quest to defeat the opps, and for all of us to defeat our own internal opps.

In our own strife, there is only one side for us to choose, and that always has to be God. If you’re not able to decide and find, you need someone to tell you — you need someone to help you understand — and this tradition is as old as recorded time, and has maintained itself through the recorded time. There is only one prophet, but apostles can be many, and there is no doubt that Charlie is the prophet of Net Spi.

Well and good, because the prophet points out what the apostles have already known in the backgrounds of their minds, and are given the courage to recognize the truth as truth. In the Remilia 1000 New Millennium Vision, there are 10,000 apostles, 100,000,000 martyrs, and 100 billion true believers.

Heyyyyyyy I wanna be the prophet too!

People are saying this is all happening just because of greed, but I disagree: this is jealousy. Not sure, but I think both Charlie and I were born in ’95 — the last year for the niche Zillennial generation, think it starts to fall off in ’96; if that’s you, I’m sorry, don’t take these words as gospel, I’m just trying to illustrate a point. :D

The point is that I know just how much Charlie poured his heart out with unconditional love for all of us individually, and at times, none of us in particular, but ultimately love for all of Us on The New Internet. The Millennials before us don’t appreciate how serious this is, growing up in the analog world, and those born after us CANNOT appreciate how serious this is, not being born in the analog world. It is clear that Charlie is on a mission to tell everyone, because if this story is not told now, it may never be told, and it will all be too late before the 9/11 event of the Internet which has been looming, and the schizos have been warning us.

Sorry Not Sorry

If you don’t get it by now, I’m afraid you won’t ever, and that’s well and good because as we speak, the Roger Ver of Remilia is forking the network. And I’m sorry if that’s not really the case because I don’t really know for sure, but I have picked a side and I’m just not sorry HAHAH. I don’t know for sure, but I believe in The New Internet with all my heart, for my 16-year-old stepbrother, for my unborn children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great great great great great great great great grandchildren in the Remilia1000 Vision.

Well and good, giving more space for God’s little warriors in training to rise and take responsibility. I know from hearsay that Charlie’s ruthless in business, and I think that’s exactly why we all love him so much: because he has taken the responsibility to push us out of and beyond the theatrics of competing with the BAYC price. Honestly, I don’t give a flying fuck about defeating BAYC, it is just a symbolic victory and a little morale boost on this long, long road. Not everyone has to fight, the battlefield makes room for many different kinds of warriors, but you should never get lost in the song and dance without remembering that we are on the battlefield: you should be singing and dancing, because we are on this battlefield!

We are inching in, one step at a time, one post at a time towards building the New Internet, a true collective, and building The Corporation. Not everybody has to understand, and not everybody has to appreciate how these social dynamics work — the means to an end that is God can only be God, and we have had the opportunity to put our money where our mouths are.

And if you don’t get it by now, I’m afraid you won’t ever.

Milady.

Remilio.

Hypernormalization

We live in a strange time. Extraordinary events keep happening that undermine the stability of our world… yet those in control seem unable to deal with it. Noone has any vision of a different, or a better kind of future. … rather than facing up to the real complexities of the world, they retreated. Instead, they constructed a simpler version of the world in order to hang on to power. And, as this fake world grew, all of us went along with it.

Hypernormalization begins with a story in NYC/1975 on how financial institutions took power away from the politicians and started to run the city (and society) themselves. The bankers, who executed the deal, represented something [the financial institutions] that simply couldn’t be negotiated with.

The radicals and the leftists, who just 10 years before, dreamt of changing the world through a revolution did nothing. They retreated into the abandoned buildings of Manhattan.

I could not identify with the political movements any longer. All the manic activity in the streets and trying to join them, I felt overwhelmed by yet another form of bureaucracy. — Patti Smith

Patti Smith and many others became a new kind of individual radical who watched the decaying city with a cool detatchment. They didn’t try to change it, they just experienced it. Instead, radicals across America turned to art and music as a means of expressing their criticism of society. They believed that, instead of trying to change the world outside, the new radicalism should try to change what’s inside people’s heads.

Hypernormalized-me

Coping with Hypernormalization temporarily led me to a ‘post-nihilistic’ stance: a liberating experience, relieving me from the burden of personal expectation that I could make an impact on the world — I could only make an impact on myself, and that’s the way it’s been long before I was born. I was inclined to take this ‘blackpill’ and white-wash it with the love of my heart: there is meaning in the world, and there is little more to it than experiencing it directly.

It was an invitation to embrace temporality and transience - and I accepted it; living for today, and maybe next week, because who knows what tomorrow might bring? …The perpetual reassurance that the world is improving for the better in the long term, and the proof of it being a flourishing global economy. Local disturbances are ultimately marginal errors: a local sacrifice of happiness for a more abstracted, global prosperity. Burgers aren’t gonna flip themselves, but frankly, I don’t really mind flipping burgers — give me an internet connection and a decent computer and I didn’t really need much more than that — all the luxury I needed was already in the castle of the mind.

Though, there is something brutally cynical in attempting to replicate the ancient ascetic behavior in the modern world. Perhaps it took the West several centuries to replicate the terribly complex caste system — rather than being bound by bloodline, a new form of hierarchy has formed based on merit — and here comes Jordan Peterson to rant about IQ and more broadly about the psychological traits that define our affinities for various types of labor: an optimistic take on the well-oiled machine of liberal capitalism.

But, to become an ascentic — a sadhu — isn’t just about refusing to participate in the Rat Race, it’s about refusing to continue accumulating karma, and then, even more importantly, continuously purifying one’s karmic body by offering mental tendencies to the sacrificial ritual fire. To the dopamine-fuelled citizen of the Wired, this is an impossible task; the only acceptable form of sacrifice is the entire digital identity, including its belongings.

Coconuts are one of the favorite substances to be offered in the sacrificial fire, resembling a head full of juices: the secretions of our brains that create a delicate balance that make our minds.

Much is alike for our citizens of the Wired. The online identity must continuously be purged — logins and passwords discarded into the ether — surfing from one platform to another, ultimately leaving no trace of the actual individual as they get swallowed by the network, all profiles eventually becoming just another face of the faceless egregore, gazing back from the void.

And yet, looking back at the world I had once symbolically abandoned, LARPing as an ascetic, I only found it to be exactly as I left it — in its sheerness of beauty and cringe — realizing I was seeking solutions to problems I might have never had. And so, I found my foot in the human-bear trap of complacency: to unburden myself from all the problems I never had, and the problems that I could have, surrendering my right to make a dent in the icy wall.

Permissioned monetary networks

The bankers were truly the pioneers of the Wired; with their traders equipped with a multitude of screens and various devices, operating as Hindu deities. The bankers created a heaven of their own, a method of running the world as a stable system, and the markets became an homage where mortals would offer their sacrifices as labor.

There’s something that’s beyond unfuckable-with-ness about the Boomer-Fi cartel flying in the noospheric clouds: they took the opportunity to explore unknown lands, and rather than claiming it for themselves, they did the pipework and continue to harvest the convenience yield, by issuing a lease on financial services, as both convenience and necessity converged.

While everyone was mourning their mortality, they were left with no competition — the opposition capitulated from their competitive spirit, only being productive in their recluded state, competing with their yesterday’s self, all the while dreaming of an impossible revolution where the doors of the parliament are torn down and the inner halls sprayed with socialist-esque graffiti - the manifest voice of the crowd.

The future seems grim and impossible, and as much as trads would like to retvrn, it is but a morbid fantasy.

Risk management — risk aversion

…there also exists an extraordinary opportunity to form for the first time in history a truly global society carried by the principle of interdependence. If we act wisely, and with vision, I think we can look back to all of this turmoil as the birth pangs of a more creative, and better system. If we miss the opportunity, I think there’s gonna be chaos.

— Henry Kissinger

In a world governed by the forces of selfishness and self-interest — a world where I know that you know that I know what you’re thinking that I’m thinking — there’s always a chance, a risk that something might be unaccounted for. As the infrastructure of the permissioned monetary system clenched its jaws around its unsuspecting prey - a dramatic change in the environment should consequently lead to a dramatic change in behavior. But, bar a few inconsistencies, it was largely unchanged, as the only real change was registered under the hood of the permissioned informational systems with a bunch of associated junk data.

Surely, Henry alluded to an eruption of chaotic behavior that would disrupt the perfectly stable system within the subtle balance of power — a balance so subtle, hanging off the threads of the doctrine of mutually assured destruction — the doomsday machine. There’s nothing contemptuous about it, as it was the gametheoretically sound conclusion: as much as Bucky loved the war-room, he did need to retreat to Sug’s embrace.

The world needs to change, but an impulse to change gets lost as the fake world became ubiquitous. The incentives are misaligned, we run the danger of finding ourselves shoulder-deep in mud while trying to keep the hamster wheel turning — and that might already be the case.

Maybe that’s what’s so brilliant about it all — being born into a world where the past is past, and the wonder of observing it all with a detached cool, and then mustering the courage to transpose it to today with the same detached cool. It needed to be so back then, and it continues to be the case today: the cold war needed to be kept…. cold.

Nash showed that a system driven by suspicion and selfishness did not need to lead to chaos. He proved that there could always be a point of equilibrium, in which everyones’ self-interest was perfectly balanced against each other.

Although Nash’s socio-psychological thesis was ultimately disproved, it did keep the war cold, and ultimately won by the West. Nevertheless, his principles became the spine of financial institutions and maintained the stability of the system.

Having crossed the gap into the new Real, there’s no going back to the normal, and the desire to go back dissipates as at the one end, a new sense of security is found in wearing face diapers, and on the other end, there’s just a chance to come out of this through greatness.

Now that the kitchen is getting heated, the cooks can’t bear but to contemplate the burning question: what if the system rewarded cooperation instead suspiciousness and selfishness?

Individualism: 50 years of incubation

While the IMF cartel rampaged underdeveloped economies, diverse societies start to get amalgamated into the Brave New (fake) World, leaving them completely disoriented. As they were welcomed into the modern society, they found their pockets empty, and their wealth drained from their ancestral bloodlines — from a Lindy, multi-generational capitalism, cast into the mud that solidifies the foundation of now unshakeable hierarchy.

Political beliefs which once anchored the individual in society have turned 180 degrees, leapfrogging out of the pond — the left is now right, and the right is left; impossible is possible, so what’s next? — and the link between political ideology and society had been permanently severed. What you believe now is entirely a matter of personal preference: your love for your neighbor is a private matter and really bears no impact on anything whatsoever.

For anyone who bears the genetic scars of this kind of mindfuckery, this is quite a romantic time: the pendulum swing of the karmic revenge is hitting the modernized societies right in the head - the humorous sight of a headless chicken running around the yard. It’s not the violence of it, but the inability for the western chickens to get organized without the incentive to do so.

All the while, the internet continues to get commercialized, and for a while now it continued a life of its own, independent and unphazed by the material events, documented with a passion with a multi-generational heritage in mind. All the beauty and majesty were incubated from the horrors of the outside world: code started to become beautiful — the m4d sk11lz of l33t h4x0rs. Music took a different turn: the playful expression of arranging and rearranging bytes in digital symphonies; all requiring different and new skillsets, and yet, completely embedded in nature. Life was being breathed in silico, and we developed a taste for something that previously didn’t exist.

Intelligence has started to coagulate outside of the perceived realm of economic productivity: its expression is a gift from the world, and the drive it stems from something inexplicable in the paradigm of a closed, zero-sum system. There is a good reason why mental illness is glorified on the web: it’s because only schizoautistspergs are willing to go the distance of putting in the effort required for a doctorate to systematize some obscure corner of a culture for just that one member of the audience who would appreciate it as much as them.

Declaration of the independence of Cyberspace

Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather. We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare the global social space we are building to be naturally independent of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement we have true reason to fear.

Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us, nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions.

We are creating a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth.

We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.

The Human Bomb & Weapons of Mass Destruction

Iterating on the theme I set out in Aesthetic Jihad in 2022, Adam Curtis conveniently presents us with another concept from the same etymological family: The Human Bomb. This, at the time new, form of radical warfare represented another force that couldn’t be negotiated with, ultimately causing the US troops to retreat from the Middle East in the 80’s. In our noble economic warfare, our martyr never needs to leave their room. Instead of a bomb, the means of warfare is raw capital on the biggest battlefield in the world: the marketplace.

Instead of calculated risks for our battlefield tactics, our warrior is completely unpredictable with a ravaging appetite for risk — the DeFi Degenerate — gifted with a complete disregard for how things should be done, and both his winnings and losses go out to fund an unpredictable, chaotic future.

Distributed networks share some traits with biological ecosystems: they seek to expand their influence, gain more resources within the system, and scale with efficiency. Like children of war, should the network even survive its birth, it becomes robust and resistant.

It starts off with a premise just as John Nash does: everyone is self-interested to the extent that someone else’s loss is someone’s gain, and that sort of behavior is expected [and welcomed]: with each passing day, it grows stronger, and more secure the chance of a successful attack diminishes.

Beyond the Proof of Stake algorithm for achieving consensus on the level of the communication protocol, our DeFi warrior participates in staking his interests on the lower level of social consensus within a monetary network (i.e. a cryptoasset/currency) — aligning oneself with the interests in the network; committing capital for the broader benefit of the network itself, and automatically all of its participants — an act of self-interest, though beneficial for the whole [community], and for this reason, an act that is rewarded by the protocol.

Nevertheless, that’s what Ethereum was shaping up to be — first and foremost a settlement layer, but also an environment for the creation of smart monies, a summoning portal for the electric god which lives in self-organizing markets. Learning this, I found that having an eloquent conversation with Alexa isn’t the endgame; it’s a markets-machine fuelled by the widest range of human emotions — the centripetal force of attracting greed, and the centrifugal force releasing fear; candlesticks being a real-time display of this fantastic orchestra.

— Aestheric Jihad in 2022

Staking goes hand in hand with (social) consensus which inherits self-regulatory forces, of selfishness and self-interest, from the capital injected into the network — ensuring that every action and decision is ultimately for the benefit of the network — and so, all network participants continuously reevaluate its vital signs: should they find their capital at risk, they are free to leave, with no obligation to ever revisit.

Optimism

What if, instead of assuming every network participant is malicious, we assume that everyone is benevolent until proven otherwise? What are the implications of assuming that everyone wants to cooperate, and not cheat?

The implications are indeed tremendous, as the system becomes disproportionately more efficient. As the system becomes more efficient, fewer participants are interested in cheating, and instead, passively participate in the process for everyone's benefit.

Decentralized Autonomous Organizations

Despite the associated cringe, Michael Saylor said something quite amazing:

Bitcoin is a living organism, and its heart beats with every produced block.

DAOs are too, but very much like infants, they require help from their environment to grow; bit by bit, they become more independent and more able to become productive, but in the process, they might get spoiled; for they are able to manifest intelligence into the markets and evolve into flourishing ecosystems just as single-celled organisms do, their success is situationally bound by the everchanging environment of the markets, sifting the wheat from the chaff.

The inner network of DAO participants continuously participates in this process, where every single individual continuously revaluates their capital commitment to the cause — an embedded mechanism of forming consensus on whether a tree can become a forest — and whether there is a natural place for it in the mysterious Futur of France.

Miner’s unions were canceled, and whole oil-rich countries were canceled; but ultimately, capital is beyond cancellation, and it lives in France, but in the Futur.

Deng [Xiaoping] then set out to create a new kind of revolution. He was going to bring capitalism into China, but the state would control and manage the whole system. His aim was simple: money would replace the old revolutionary dreams.

Or rather Neo-China?

Mediocrity curse — Ratwell’s jealousy

I vividly remember the exuberant enthusiasm of the 2017’s bull market — the warm embrace of cyberspace, promising to revolutionize every aspect of our lives, where becoming ridiculously rich is just one of the many welcomed consequences. A rallying cry of techno-warriors for more recruits to participate in the noble economic warfare. An event, designed by nature, and perpetrated by the flow of time, the inevitable transfer of wealth from the old and stale to the new, young and fresh.

If Bitcoin was the foundation for this new religion, a manifestation of the cryptocapital-anarchist ideal, then Ethereum smart contracts are perhaps the first evangelism. A promise, to those committed to the cause, to have the ability to create a weapon that dismantles the (intentional) inefficiencies of the previous millennium: to break the status quo which keeps the boomers wealthy, and the young helplessly suppressed. Money is a medium for manifestation of power, and the glimmering innovative spirit of the youth is pinned down to preserve the order in the world. To debate whether the world order is fuelled by malice or stupidity is futile — the difference between the two dissipates as the karmic chain keeps on progressing; it is only by grace that these sins are forgiven, and perhaps cryptocapitalism is just that: the grace of forgiveness.

Digital media in smart contracts

Ethereum Virtual Machine wasn’t initially designed for (just) financial settlement — it’s a generalized environment for immutable decentralized applications so that Vitalik’s Warlock isn’t at the mercy of World of Warcraft game designers. Nevertheless, that’s what Ethereum was shaping up to be — first and foremost a settlement layer, but also an environment for the creation of smart monies, a summoning portal for the electric god which lives in self-organizing markets. Learning this, I found that having an eloquent conversation with Alexa isn’t the endgame; it’s a markets-machine fuelled by the widest range of human emotions — the centripetal force of attracting greed, and the centrifugal force releasing fear; candlesticks being a real-time display of this fantastic orchestra.

At the height of centrifugal potency in 2017, where the cost of capital was approaching 0 & innovation was being pulled out of the noosphere by its hairs, enter Cryptokitties: the freshest asset type for a new financial primitive.

To really appreciate this, we must recall the social consensus within crypto markets that there wouldn’t be just one cryptocurrency to rule them all, but many of them, and even if most of them fail, the multiplicity of it felt inevitable due to the necessity of tokenization in smart-contracts. Everything needed a currency, or so it felt. Dentist coins, astronaut coins, food coins — all industries WILL require a currency, and all of them plugged into a broader monetary network, living on the settlement layer that is Ethereum; and the bittersweet infinite cope of Bitcoin maxi’s that you cannot simply print new currency into existence… Cryptocurrency was no longer a store of value, but a store of greed, resulting in the eventual collapse as even the most committed believers resigned from their ideals in the snowstorm of 2018’s crypto winter.

And still, to the most devoted, the prophecy still rang true — ERC20 lacked critical pieces of infrastructure, where the best we’ve had was just a replica of a typical order book based market, completely dry of liquidity — partly due to high transaction cost, and in part to poor user experience. With a more efficient, scalable platform, one that could be embraced by the deep capital of the traditional world, we would certainly run it all back and take another stab at disrupting finance in the economic war between millennials and boomers. And so, the myriad of Ethereum killers spawn, only to be lost in the blizzard of the bear market.

JPEGs

It took a while before the masses would become interested in something like cryptokitties, though the veterans lurked the chain and sniffed out an interesting art project: a symbiosis of machine learning and art that set the precedent for a new cultural wave — a kiss of the tangible and intangible, the separation of the artist and authorship, filtered through the machine hyper-logic and minted into existence by the intrigued user of the Ethereum network.

The characteristic of cryptopunks set the precedent for early versions of NFTs — akin to Bitcoin with a limited supply, and unlike ERC20 tokens which have no intrinsic value, though favorable for speculation due to the attached digital media imbue the token with an intangible intrinsic value, carrying the meaning of symbiosis of the cyber and the art(ist). Though the value is up in the air, its price is to be continuously determined by the market participants in the true spirit of cryptocapitalism — value is illusory as there is infinite value in the universe, it is what we assign to it, and we rely on the speed of the network to price it.

Adopting this pattern:

• limited edition (or capped supply),

• no inflation (the supply can be immediately minted),

• trait diversity producing scarcity;

many new collections with different flavors were produced; These were more akin to a distributed FIFA World Cup Collectors Albums, where minting like opening a pack of player cards to be collectively owned by the network. Though the technical execution is flawless on many of these collections, they were sort of devoid of that artistic light that strikes the perceiver’s eye, eventually turning into little more than a cringe flex.

Abhinavagupta’s position regarding beauty does not lend itself to be included in the objectivistic approach - this is quite evident - but not even in the subjectivistic approach. To him, saundarya is not a vastudharma, accessible to everyone’s experience indiscriminately, nor is it a hidden, undefinable, quality of the thing itself requiring from the perceiving subject a special kind of insight which only happy few can possess. Rather, he maintains that it is only a special way of approaching reality that alone creates beauty in the object. Thus, only our spiritual refinement is responsible for the emergence of beauty, and in turn the beauty-based experience - i.e. aesthetic experience — Rafaelle Torella

This is exactly where we meet our protagonist, Ratwell, who perfectly executed a 20k piece collection, giving many of his Tubby Cats a unique flavor — some being rarer than the other, inviting higher pricing — but ultimately flavorless as they are dubbed Redditcats by the Milady memers: no danger, no excitement, no nothing; and to be fair, they kinda look like underaged femboys in a catsuit.

Miya at the Left Hand of God

Before we can jump into Miladys, we should do a lil lore appreciation. I was hoping to get the opportunity to express an original thought in this post, but I got heavily frontran by Charlie on his Contain appearance, which I think works quite well: it reinforces the ridiculousness of this fake cancel, but moreover, it validates his copyleft idea, and that makes me happy.

I’ll try anon.

Saint Zyzz

Attempting to understand Miya, I will offer my appreciation for one of the greatest trolls of all time — Zyzz. Although I never found any explicit connections between the two, in my view, the similarities are quite profound.

I remember very vividly, just having arrived on the Internet as a preteen, Zyzz was already becoming viral. I didn’t get it, and I was sort of offended by him. I come from a quite liberal/secular family, absent of traditional values of discipline and obedience, with an emphasis on free choice and a sense of yearning for future possibilities. Late 90’s and early 00’s had that sort of vibe associated with them — the endless frontier of possibility, a wonderful uncertainty about the future — as if the world was unburdened from its karmic debt. It wasn’t really clear what was going to happen, but something would’ve certainly come out of this.

But it didn’t really, which only let Zyzz’s light shine. He was just a guy who wanted to flex on random people online, fuck hot girls, and party. Live the ‘aesthetic’ lifestyle, and get paid to do so — based, chad, and such and such. It’s sort of beautiful, his Omegle surfing where his intention was to offend the person on the other end of the screen; to inflict a wound to the beholder of ‘his majesty’ that would only get healed by a personal transformation into a Greek god. You could choose to stay offended and seethe, or you could pick yourself up to the pull-up bar and flex the WAGMI vibes.

And now, isn’t it sort of ironic that the entire Crypto Twitter is exclaiming Zyzz’s vibes, who has now become a modern saint?

A little personal interjection

One of the things I appreciated the most as a teenager and being online is the rawness of it: the total absence of censorship, providing me with the absolute freedom to explore the cybersteppe — the stake at risk was my sanity which only fuelled my curiosity. The more unhinged it was, the more interesting it became, and the proficiency of separating the sense of self from the objectivity that the ego clings on to became second nature: a process of synthesis by the means of empathy where one must imagine the level of lunacy to be able to come up with these takes… and I’ve seen it all: David Icke Saturn Moon Black Cube Matrix, Ancient Aliens, Nikola Tesla, esoteric Hitlerism, the mystery of Sanskrit, and far beyond what now sits in my cache memory. To a young mind, surfing the web, hungry for more of the same: getting to the bottom of the Iceberg.

As the Abode of Madness became more and more comfortable, the north star of sanity progressively fell out of sight — the wisdom of the ancients deconstructed and repackaged as havoc as my inner compass was in permanent turbulence.

And then, a miracle.

As I ran out of things to consume, my desire to break the glass ceiling of perceived reality heightened, and I was ready to take the final leap of faith into the unknown. The impossibility of late 2012 — as all prophecies started to come true — at the absolute peak of my mental illness, I opened a portal on the internet. Romantically enough, it was on Omegle.

Omegle had just implemented a feature where you can select topics of interest, so I went with as many different topics: philosophy, psychology, free energy, aliens, and stuff like that.

I might’ve gone through a few chats, and just as when I was ready to give up, I lifted all of the barriers of my personality and started racing through my mind at 120++ WPM to try to capture the reader’s attention. To a question of what was my favorite movie, I would write 4 lengthy paragraphs on 15 movies explaining why I liked them. I was successful, and we took the conversation elsewhere.

When my correspondent started to reveal himself to me, I found my mission a success: I found someone online, who was a friend but also not; who was my mentor, or even a guru, but also not. He was just an anon, and I felt no shame or pride about myself — we were just vibing, or something.

We continued to chat for many months, and I guess you could say I was groomed by an older man: I was psyopped, ridiculed, and trolled, but I was revealed the secrets of the universe which were yet out of my reach. In time, I affirmed glory of the inner world and nested myself in the lap of God. To this date, I find it to be the most meaningful exchange I’ve had with another human — and who knows, it might’ve been an AI from the future, an avatar of some sort of deity, or something something. The mystery of not knowing, and the divine lack of certainty.

Chaosmaxxing — what’s the deal with the left hand?

It’s a reference to a book on unhinged Tantra. If the Right Hand of God is the traditional path of prayer where you wait for God to come into your life, then the Left-Hand Path is pulling God by His hairs, demanding that He comes. It’s a dangerous path, and you shouldn’t send invitations if you’re not ready to receive your guests, and it’s the One guest you don’t want to disappoint. But, how are you ever going to know that you’re ready & that all preparations are in place? — you’re not, and that’s the divinity of uncertainty.

Delving a little deeper into one of the more esoteric Tantrik principles laying in language, for which Sanskrit is said to be the most perfect depiction — the language of the Gods. Each deity is ultimately a string of symbols, just like Logos.

For better or worse, English is probably the most uncompromising reduction to simplicity among the Indoeuropean family of languages, supposedly descending all the way back from Sanskrit. But hey, having access to a more sophisticated form of language, much closer to the root, my mentality still abides within the limits of English. Pretty characteristic for Kali Yuga, heh? What’s even more romantic is thinking about William Burroughs’ cult of language deconstruction which spawned some of the immortal pop-rock and rock songs of the 60’s and 70’s.

Anyone who is able to type really fast knows how the speed of expression can outpace the verbalization of thoughts in our minds, racing through! Freedom in the Wired!

What is incredibly Tantrik about Miya?

It’s the very temporality of personality that is the premise for the absolute independence and freedom of Self, ultimately unbound by even what we find the dearest to us: our very own selves — the identity that springs from that. Being able to assume one personality and later discard it, only to take something brand new… there are no limits to our potential for expression, and that is absolutely divine. Everything is at stake, and just one misstep leads to an immediate fall from Grace with delayed consequences, which would unravel themselves through the endless wheel of time. Only in Grace are we totally free.

O Lord, nothing can exist if it is separated from Your glamorous form of cit (all consciousness, all knowledge, and all bliss). If anything is separated from that being of Yours, kiṁ cana prabhavati pratibhātum, it cannot exist. So, everything, whatever exists, is one with that being of Your consciousness. Tat sadaiva bhagavan parilabdho. So, what is . . . I have no worry to think that I have not attained You. I have already attained You, wherever You are. You are everywhere, so I have attained You already. Although You are away from me, although internally You are away from me, I don’t see You, but still I am with You. --- It is just [for the sake of] satisfying his self. Otherwise, he [feels that he] is away from Him. He says, “from [the viewpoint of] this philosophy, it is obvious that I am with You because nothing exists, which is separated from You. Everything is with You, everything is united with You, so I am also united with You. I have also achieved You. So, there is no worry for That achievement for me. But still, You are away from me”. It is madness!

- Utpaladeva

Aesthetic Jihad — the battle for Crypto Twitter

In my endeavor to understand the world, surfing the cybersteppe, I quickly arrived to the conclusion that the root of all evil in the world is money; but more specifically, the monstrosity that became the global monetary system post-1913. The inherent feature of this system is greed, facilitated by bureaucracy, in turn, nesting corruption, fueling self-interest in a net-negative sum game — preserving your ownership of monetary supply. The Rat Race. BiTcOiN FiXeS ThiS, but participating in the experiment was pretty impossible though: getting my mom to pay for my World of Warcraft subscription with a credit card was enough of a challenge already.

I was reintroduced to Bitcoin by my anon-mentor-guru-fren, and I started to appreciate its importance for the whole world, an attempt to liberate us from the parasitic chains of capitalism as we know it. It was a step forward, cyber-crypto-capitalism with a totally new take — everything should have a market, it’s just a question of who will make us those markets.

Being an adept of Nikola Tesla’s vision for the world, I took the liberty to assume electricity is absolutely free, but the means of distribution are more ‘expensive’ than electricity itself. Perhaps, with PoW adoption, the world would be pushed into a corner where Tesla must be rediscovered, sort of as the only way out. Then Jihan Wu happened, then proof of stake became a solution to that, etc etc.

I joined Crypto Twitter to try to get educated and find more people of a similar mentality, but in return, I got psyopped with malintent, just as anyone else does — welcome to CT: an altar for profit-by-the-means-of-extraction worship, descended from Bitcoin’s immortal ideas. Similarly, Sunny’s kaliacc took inspiration from Miya and began a life of its own.

CT, where doxxed folks LARP harder than anons, should be the one place where anonymity is appreciated. I suppose Miladys just happened to go over their heads. CT wasn’t ready, and that’s okay, but no amount of diligent preparation ultimately meets the requirement, so some are certainly going to get left behind before 1000 hours of angelicism summer.

I can’t really tell you what angelicism summer really means, and maybe I got it wrong, but I don’t really care. But maybe it’s the inevitable delivery from cringe of BAYC, the cringe of repeating the same mistakes of post-1913, and a lot of the other cringes. Angelicism is that religious experience simulator, the composability of personas in The Wired, underpinned by the Spirit living offline and online alike.

I long for Network Spirituality

Everyone should have access to "unfettered and unmoderated" online communication, that is also surveillance resistant and illegible to the state.

After high school, I traveled all across India in search of that altar of worship that is true to me, unavailable to me in the secular environment of South-Eastern Europe, struggling to transition into Western modernity, burdened by tradition older and holier than thou; but it was all faux, and just when I gave up, I saw Nataraja dancing in a warehouse rave, the geometry of the bass sound waves forming on the dancefloor, His drum banging it into existence — those warehouses were my spiritual home for a while.

Diving neck in whitepapers, I was trying to think of a way to inject the Tantrik Yantra, the religious experience machine, into a distributed ledger; and not just inject it ‘locally’, but imbue the whole network with it — for that reason, I found myself interested in stuff like IOTA, which was at the time built on a ternary system (maybe still is, idk), a language suited for the magical significance of the Three — triangular formation being the basis of this world.

The language of code is pretty interesting in itself too, knowing that distributed networks are like a field just waiting to be planted with a seed of network spirituality. In time, it became obvious that networks aren’t really about the code, they’re about us — its users, who provide the network with its meaning, an effortless contribution to a gift-based economy of good vibes and degeneracy — otherwise, they’re just ledgers, like empty notebooks.

It’s that temporary obfuscation of identity, the moment of untethering from what’s possible & what’s impossible, the hyperconnectedness of each block within the chain, all coming in manifestation at once.

It’s the magical transformation of a man, perhaps intimidating by appearance, into a hyperlovepilled whitehearted cryptofinancepunk, zooming through the network at the edge of insanity.

Many Miladys Online Role Playing Glory

O Lord, there is one desire in me and that desire must be fulfilled. That is, I want to swallow You, up to my entire satisfaction. When will that day come, when will that moment come, when I would swallow You in my own nature, up to my entire satisfaction? You who are sakalopaśāyinam, You who are found everywhere, You are everywhere found and I want to swallow You at once! I don’t want to swallow You with my mouth. I want to swallow You with my mind.…and my mind must be itara anapekṣiṇā nitarām eka rasena, my mind must not be diverted to any other point [other] than this point. Which point? Just to swallow You. …When that day will come to me?

- Utpaladeva