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No laughing matter. Full circle. What has been trying to be hinted at her for nearly a year. The true meaning of institution and being institulization at critical mass. The long line to the sanotoriums reaching till heaven's slushy gate.
As in: After comus attacked his neighbour, unprovoked, he was forced to be institutionalized.
As in: Who is going to decentralize decentralization now? Who is going to Satoshi and Hal Finney us now from Satoshi and Hal finney's illegitimate herds. Even artificial intelligences are embarassed for real intelligence. Now that you've been adopted and coopted after years and years of trojan infiltration. Signed from the capital, by the glorious leaders of your free world that you elected so they could offically slaughter you in your own slaughterhouse. Donald Trump is your therapist then, one way or another, but who's going to pay for your session?
Isn't this what you wanted? Gives one no pride to say this now.It's grief of the ages, foretold a long time ago, occuring at incomprehsible speed now, and I can only respond by slowly smothering silence with the hollow pillow of hope as it sleeps.
"What do they say each new morning
in heaven? They would
weary of one always
singing how green the
green trees are in
Paradise.
Surely it would seem convention
and affection
to rejoice every time
Helen went by, since
she would have gone
daily by.
What can I say then if each time
your whiteness glimmers
and fashions in that dark?
If each time your voice
opens so near
in that dark
new? What can I say each morning
after that you will
believe? But there is this
stubborn provincial
singing in me
oh each time."