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Whenever I read something like this, I always feel that the way the human brain works is far more complex than I realize.
I love my country, but I wouldn't defend it no matter what. I believe no country is worth dying for.
What is there to implode? This is simply the beginning of tapping into different capital markets. It might be new and volatile, and there will probably be some players not making it who are going into it too aggressively at some point, but overall it's just siphoning capital away from untapped capital markets. Markets that didn't have access to these instruments (btc exposure) before. If not in this way, how else would these markets be accessed in a world that's on a hyperbitcoinization track?
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Let's pretend we loved each other,
let's pretend we believed we could
Let's pretend we blindly believe in destiny,
in written destinies,
and be at peace with our own impossibility,
let's blame the stars.
Let's pretend that on rainy nights
we remember each other.
I'll pretend to believe that my image
of that night under the umbrella has taken over your thoughts.
And you'll pretend to think
that I'm looking for you in some rain poem.
Let's pretend that you understood my silence in the room
And that you didn't notice the pain or the tears I tried to hide
as I sipped yesterday's leftover wine
And that my melancholy didn't leave you indifferent.
And I'll pretend that your coldness didn't numb me...
Let's pretend that you loved me deeply,
Let's pretend that you realised that you "missed me" when you returned alone to the streets where
when you returned alone to the streets where you once held my hand.
Whenever I fear my own death, I'll pretend to believe that you have chosen to be my god,