In Praise of the Useless: The Last Rebellion Against the Kingdom of the Quantifiable We dig, we dig deep into the conformist muck of this century, desperately searching for a nugget, not of gold, but of something more precious: the authentic. That which has escaped the great grinding machine of uniform thought, the dictatorship of the 'like', the tyranny of the "happy" that must necessarily be "content". It is a heresy today, prosecutable under the code of digital good conduct, to love that which serves no purpose, except its own. It is an act of pure subversion, the last cry of freedom in a world that measures your value in clicks, in followers, in units of product sold. One should love, yes, with the fierce tenacity of a castaway for the last drop of fresh water, everything that escapes. That which withdraws, that slips away from the clutches of the market and its ruthless logic. That odd object, that wacky idea, that uncomfortable feeling that has no price because, simply, it has no market price. It is not for sale. It is a crime of lèse-majesté against the economy. It is the old, battered book that no one will ever read again, it is the off-key song that will never make a playlist, it is the gratuitous gesture made solely for the perverse pleasure of gaining nothing in return. It is the last bastion of the human against the algorithm. One should love, almost to the point of madness, everything that is more in order to be less. A sublime paradox! In an era that screams "optimize!", "streamline!", "maximize!", behold the scandalous beauty of disproportionate things. Of love that requires ten times the energy it returns. Of obsessive research that consumes a lifetime to produce a single line of truth. Of the work of art born from immense torment to be viewed by few, for a few moments. It is the investment at a loss, the sacrifice without reward, the push against every calculation of convenience. It is the glorious defeat of those who prefer, to winning mediocrity, the grandeur of a magnificent failure. And one should, finally, love with an almost religious feeling everything that is alone in order not to be. This is the highest point of metaphysical revolt. The being that refuses to blend in, to contaminate itself, to become "part of". That chooses integral solitude so as not to become a commodity, so as not to be assimilated into the background noise of the herd. It is the thought that does not ask to be shared, the emotion that does not seek consensus, the beauty that does not knock on the door of others' judgment. It exists because it exists, period. It is an act of pure, aristocratic disdain for the logic of utility. It is the most radical negation of a world that wants everything and everyone interconnected, tracked, monetized. To love the useless, the inefficient, the solitary: this is the last, desperate, magnificent vote of no confidence against the spirit of the age. It is the only form of resistance left for those who do not kneel at the altar of profit and approval. It is the only way to remain, deep down, a little human. Before the last nugget is found, cataloged, packaged, and put up for auction. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅 image
Build your digital immune system. How? Consume quality content intentionally, not just what feeds recommend. Follow thoughtful voices from different perspectives—not to agree, but to understand their reasoning. When you see dubious news, don’t share it “for laughs”—sarcasm amplifies misinformation. Only share what you’ve vetted, and explain why. You become a beacon for others.
The decentralized web isn't technical utopia but ethological necessity. It returns control from centralized nodes to individuals, where each person becomes sovereign of their digital space.
“Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial… Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit.” Aldous Huxley
⚡️As coffee flows into the cup, Bitcoin flows through Lightning ☕️: liquid energy for a frictionless world! #NOSTR #ZAP #sats #zaps #bitcoin #coffeechain #plebchain #grownostr image
Article on the biological mechanisms of mRNA vaccine damage. Very technical but interesting.
FINK ON THE THRONE: GLOBAL FINANCE CROWNS ITSELF AT DAVOS Founder Schwab steps down amid minor accusations and internal discontent. In his place, BlackRock's Larry Fink and big pharma's Hoffmann. The message is unmistakable: there's no need to conquer nations, just buy their brain. And Bitcoin? From rebel to luxury product. The news could have been passed off as a formal handover, one of those guard changes the powerful love to shroud in normality. Instead, it has the bitter taste of a declaration of war. Larry Fink, CEO of the BlackRock behemoth, and André Hoffmann, vice-chair of pharmaceutical giant Roche, are the new co-chairs of the World Economic Forum in Davos. They replace Klaus Schwab, the 87-year-old founder forced out after an internal investigation that, while clearing him of major wrongdoing, uncovered a series of administrative irregularities and complaints about the work environment. An inglorious exit for the man who for decades set the global agenda. But the real earthquake is not Schwab's departure, which was long anticipated. It is the nature of his successors. BlackRock is not a simple investment firm: it is a financial Leviathan that moves unimaginable capital, holds stakes in half the world's economy, and, through shareholder votes, influences the policies of entire industrial sectors. Putting its boss in charge of the most important think tank of global capitalism is like appointing the fox as guardian of the henhouse. Or rather, as owner of the entire farm. The Fink-Hoffmann duo also outlines a new geopolitics: no longer just American dominance, but a transatlantic condominium uniting Wall Street finance with European industrial and pharmaceutical power. It is technocracy becoming a shadow government. While Trump tries to dismantle the multilateral system piece by piece with the rage of a populist and China advances with the patience of a Go player, they—the real owners—sit where it is decided what tomorrow will be. And what will it be? BlackRock has already made its vision clear: pro-risk, overweight on US equities, a big bet on artificial intelligence. Fink is also the high priest of sustainable finance, an oxymoron that always plays well in Davos. With him in charge, the Forum will no longer be a place for debate on great challenges, but the strategy office of those who monetize those challenges. And in all this, Bitcoin? The cryptocurrency born to challenge the system, to offer refuge from central bank surveillance and the arbitrariness of high finance, now trades at stratospheric values. Some shout triumph and bet on new records. But it's a dangerous illusion. Because BlackRock doesn't fight what it can't control: it digests it, packages it, and sells it as an ETF. Larry Fink has no need to stop Bitcoin: he can buy it, put it in a fund, and resell it to the very people who thought they were subverting the established order. The paradox is bitter and magnificent at once: the symbol of libertarian rebellion becomes an asset in the portfolio of the world's largest asset manager. The very institution accused by many of wanting to rule the world is now led by the man who holds the keys to the global vault. Revolution is no longer made in the streets: it is traded on the Stock Exchange. And the sovereigntists, the populists, the rebels of all kinds have become customers of those they wanted to destroy. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅
In inner silence, you find the infinite movement of the universe; in the stillness of the mind, you discover perfect action. image
Very interesting article 🧐 View quoted note →