Please vote for me if you agree with my ideals. I've been a philosopher for years, focusing on ethics, meaning, and knowledge, as well as blockchain ideas, and with the advent of Hive, I have decided to

Acknowledgement. Conformity. Cowardice. Traitors. Those traitors to Steem, who acknowledge the false god called "Justin Sun," who bought his way into power over us. There is only one answer here:

If knowledge is found in light... Then wisdom is found in darkness. When you close your eyes and ponder all that you've seen, all that you know, all that you've experienced, and all you've ever imagined,

Photonic waves burn against the bare surface of my cones and rods. Absolute truth is finally seen. It burns. But it is true. This light is the truth, and it interfaces directly with my biological machine,

Horrific shadows chase me through the night. Where is my sword? Where is a light? I hear the footsteps getting nearer and nearer. I'm out of time. I've lost all that I hold dear. From under the bed reaches

The secret to mathematical formulas is that they're incredibly formulaic, in the simple sense that you shouldn't even have to think very hard in order to use it. Just understand what the formula does,

I have written a list of ten incredibly dangerous ideas. I do not recommend doing any of them. Do not ever use a mirror to reflect the sun's light back at itself. Do not ever combine steam with ice. The

I have met quite a few people who are clearly infected. It could happen to anyone. Even me. Even you. It's plain as day to anyone looking at you. They can see you displaying troublesome pop-ups, flashing

North-Wind fury, cold rain bites, Autumn walks in, delivering frigid nights. But Summer stirs, not quite asleep, One last enchanting day, or perhaps an entire week. Leaves turn orange and yellow, But the

Horizon's sparkle; moonlight's sleep, A sunshine rises; a promise to keep. Threshold of dawn; the trees glow in the sun, Glorious morning; the day has begun. The squirrel races down the tree, friends to

Darkest star-void; poetic light, The absolute reality of this night, To see an ideal, to believe that something is real. But to be met only with ... The Black Void. It is simple to see that you cannot

If there are too many sheep - too many sheep, Then there will be - then there will be, Then there will be too many wolves - too many wolves, And if there are too many wolves - too many wolves, Then: Then:

Night. Dark. Vantablack. The dripping night fills my ears; my mind. A cave? It is liquid darkness. A graveyard of absolute rot. But even rot is alive, no? It is not rot then. It is pure black. Why though?

the goat is not a sheep. the goat is not a wolf. the goat is not asleep. the goat is on the hill. the goat's mysterious eyes shimmer in the night. the goat may be wise, but the shepherd's lamp is bright.

A calm breeze across my face; I sit up straight, right in place, The tall grass flows like running water, The creek stands still; the sun feels hotter. Upon a tree, a bird has nested. In the distance,

The machine spoke: "I shall have four legs, a tail, and fluffy ears. I shall have instinct, emotions, and live in a vast, mysterious jungle. I shall be a leopard, and live its entire life to experience

They deliberately mislead us. But not because they've figured it out. It's because they're clueless as to where to go. They used a similar main GPU chip, but one of their teams probably developed a small

Vapor. Nothing but vapor filled the room. Already I was becoming light headed, and a sleepy grin appeared on my face. I nearly lost myself, but remembered that I needed information. I nearly relapsed into

One day I found a map With a crudely drawn path, So with courage in heart and map in my hand, I went off on an adventure to an unknown land. From swamp to ocean, From ocean to desert. I found myself at

Unwarmed and uncooled; Sitting so calmly, So dangerously. Water that does not flow; Water that does not go, Water that sits is water that's spoiled. Liquid not moving is liquid wasted, Liquid not cold