Erik Cason

A thought I frequently have when I’m about 30 minutes into keeping my heart rate >130 is who is the real me? Is it this person here, active and moving in the world, or is it the version of me when I am at rest? My mind seems to function differently in each space where by body is in these different states.

Confession: For the first 4 years I was involved with bitcoin, I thought it was the meme-pool, not mem. The memepool is what processes retarded transactions; not Bitcoin.

More and more I am noticing the tension of opposites across almost the whole spectrum. It’s like building towards a zeitgeist where before a hegelian synthesis can occur, the thesis and antithesis need to reach their maximum absurdity to pronounce their own death to end the interregnum before a new truth is produced.

I hate that so often I will get everything right and actually get myself into bed at the right time, and I’ll be pretty tired, but my brain is like: “Oh yeah? You want a good night of sleep to wake up refreshed and to take on a big day of responsibility and getting shit done tomorrow? How about instead I fuck you over by having you loop over and over on stupid shit from throughout the that doesn’t really matter and just causes you anxiety? Would you like to spend the next 3 hours thinking about that? Go ahead and try to do meditative exercises, or counting sheep, doesn’t matter, you won’t go to sleep because I decided tonight is one of those nights that I am just going to totally fuck up your day tomorrow for no reason other than that I can. Worse part is, there is no one to blame but yourself because I am you!” Sometimes it be like that.

I’m so happy that Nostr exist so I have some kind of social media that isn’t a completely unhinged brainwashing clickbait experience. Everyday the experience on the other apps gets more and more extreme, deranged, and frankly scary.

Man, being back in an urban environment after years of being out in the forest is a real mindfuck. I just notice the constant human pattern algorithms playing. All of the micro transactions between people, the unsaid normative system at play, the default mode of everyday being that permeates everything. It’s wild to see how the architecture of modernism itself dictates our entire way of being. Most fucked up is how I’ve missed it. How the comfort of the system of constant appraisal and social cohesion and its overtures towards a nostalgic component of desire that never actualizes. You wouldn’t believe it, but spend a few years living alone out in the forest and you’ll be surprised at what you miss.

There is a possibility of building something extraordinary that could last for thousands of years, and could contribute to the liberation of human from the shackles of statism forever. But you wanna feel safe according to false and pretentious societal standards, so you sell your labor to corporate oligarchs who use your talents to help design system of digital slavery from which you will never escape. Yeah, I dont think we have a lot to talk about.

I sometimes forget that I’m at least two standard deviations away from what most normies would consider normal. I just grenade their world view in about 4 paragraphs, lol.

One of these best things about having kids is just having little people who just wanna hangout with you. No agenda or plans, just the desire to be around you and have fun. It’s very sweet.

The crypto bros are absolute nihilistic callow parasites who drag us all down with their bullshit fantasy tokens. They engage in a constant cycle of rug-pulling, lies, and sycophantry that damages bitcoin by simply being adjacent to it. More substantially, these people are just pieces of shit. They stand for nothing, they are incapable of telling the truth, and contort everything to justify their despicable behavior and guile. Nothing will solve this except for eduction and the understanding that all of these projects are scams and should get nothing from anyone except for contempt and disgust.

I believe something near the root of our societal problems today is The Death of God that happened nearly 150 years ago, and the society that was birthed from this patricide. The sort of unhinged self-hatred that emerges from this murder is one that cannot see itself in the reflection of god, but only his death. All structures and former ways of being must be wiped away, are no longer venerated or respected, because nothing is really capable of that any longer in this society. It is a society of a dark forest where the hollow men reign, and purpose is pointlessness. It is only through the long private sojourn into the dark of night towards the true existential angst, the questing towards the question of being itself, and what the lostness within this darkness means, that the pinprick of the light meaning could ever be found. But that demands a decision of agency, the desire to know if it is only blackness or something more. The death of god explicitly fills the void of society with this lack of thinking as thinking; the black ink of nothingness to create a meaningless life where such a seeking is pointless within itself. It is only once we take the leap into the unknown, into the possibility that there could be something, and not nothing, that the possibility of something different, something beyond the nihilism itself becomes a possibility.

This cycle’s ’where does the yield come from?’ is going to be MSTR derivatives. Good news is that it’s gonna break some stuff in tradfi world.

I really should create a Nym for my spiciest of takes that would surely get me cancelled. But then again, I feel like my writing style is too unique and I’ll dox myself just with my writing style.

Hard work is the only way to become powerful, both mentally and physically. There are no shortcuts.