I find this expression "muting" very weird. When I first became familiar with the expression, it was a button on TV remote controls to silence the sound. Any time I was watching TV, and there was a remote, I was on that mute button every time, and I liked to look away and talk to the human beings around me. In fact, that was part of the point of it, when it was muted, the deeply interested persons in the room were ok with me talking. To me, muting isn't stopping something, it's just diminishing its sensory impact. You all people have got so used to actually PAYING for your advertising with cable TV that it seems logical that muting doesn't often actually cause the irritating crap to be removed from the display. Just as muting the TV doesn't stop the irritating visuals. Of course, just like the people who were sitting watching their ad-riddled "Pay TV" they didn't get why I didn't like it. The most common term for it is hyperacuity. A genetic feature (not a bug) that I inherited from my mother. Advertising was like a smack in the face every time, because they either deliberately made the program quieter, or, as they were forced to do later by "laws", they used compression filters on the audio. The same nerve-exhausting effect that makes listening to most popular music these days absolute torture. I'm not here for the advertising, nor the trolls and GMs and GNs. I'm especially not interested in people telling me that there's something wrong with me because I am not "normal". GFY. Why do you all think that expression is popular in the Bitcoin online culture? Ah yeah, because most of us are sensitive, and I don't mean by that irritable dominators, but meek, and simply wanting some peace and reasonableness in our existence, while all around us is noise and haste and insanity and violence.

What has been seen, cannot be unseen. As the gates of the slaughterhouse become visible on the horizon, and it seems like the walls of the channel into it seem solid and absolutely uncrossable where you stand, just remember: You can't see what the state of the walls from that far away. Just like in the Labyrinth, what looks like a wall can actually be an illusion carefully crafted to take away your hope and make you wish you had chosen the other path that the rest of the cattle walked down, that you averred from choosing because you could see it was just a gold plated version of the stone wall path and that both end in the slaughterhouse. They don't maintain the one that the stubborn and far sighted ones choose, all their energy goes into keeping the gold sheen on the path that minimises their work. It may get difficult along the way to the point where we may find a way out of the corridor into the slaughterhouse. But just remember, there can be no slaughter without laughter. And difficulty is to the character as the heat of the forge, the beating of the hammer, and the sting of the cold water tempering your edge. You already saw the meadows either side of the stone walled corridor. You already knew that there was a very good chance that it would not contain you, whereas the gold plated corridor is manned intensively and they put all their efforts into that. By the time you get to the "door" to the slaughterhouse it's just as likely even that it's got nothing behind it except lush verdant meadows. They aren't allowed to eat goat anyway, and we were blessed with far greater agility and resilience than any of the weaklings who are on the gold plated path with the comforting conveyor belt. I already got outside of the corridor once. During the "lockdown" all the normies were all trembling in their houses, terrified by the images on their viewscreens. The peace and quiet out there with all the normies hiding was so pleasant I'm willing to risk it once again, no matter how ugly the less trodden path looks. I know where I'm going, and it's not to be harvested.