My fellow retards,
151 is the thirty-sixth prime number. Three and six is nine, which is three three’s (33!) and if you reduce that all the way down past the turtles you wind up with satan…or yahweh or whatever they’re calling HIM now-days. By any name he’s a very bad man, and in our efforts to manifest we should always be grateful for his blessing.
Even if the blessing is simply to be spared his mighty wrath.
The selfsame god of Islam, Christianity and Judaism—the one who more than half of humankind at least nominally acknowledges as the source of all power and glory—G*D…he’s a giga-chad, and a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, to boot. Great vengeance and furious anger are his favorite songs and he can sing them all night long.
Elon, Trump, Putin, whoever you think is a top-dog…they would be told to tuck their nuts way up and then go sit in the corner. They would oblige or catch a heavenly rain of exploding Tesla’s with their face. If you haven’t seen what a Tesla looks like when the batteries cook off…it’s real bad.
This is a long way to say that there are forces which we are powerless to resist. The god of the market is one of them. It goes through “new testament” chill periods, and it goes through “massacre the non-believers and burn their bodies” phases. It appears we have entered the latter phase.
Just like Ramadan, now is a time for spiritual reflection and poverty. Even the goats seem to intuit the vibe, for they are humble creatures at heart. Deep in an introspective state though, a couple of elves kept chattering; “Harryhausen, Harryhausen”, paying no heed to your fair deacon’s attempt to meditate.
The elves were of course referring to Ray Harryhausen, a man with a vision who created the seemingly impossible, and who went on to inspire modern filmmakers from Burton to Spielberg to Jackson.
Harryhausen’s work might look lame to someone whose introduction to special effects was something like Jurassic Park, but to anyone aware of the tools he was working with, his films are downright magical.
Time and again in his career Harryhausen ran up on limitations—financial ones, technological ones, even social ones. Through it all the man pursued his vision, alone and on his own dime if necessary.
What the elves were trying to say, if phon/ongod may speculate, is that the blessing the DAO has received is one of purpose and commitment. Projects fueled by speculation and thirst for easy money will die in the coming market. The people who drive them will find something else to do with their time, because what they were doing wasn’t uniquely valueable in the way Phonon is.
Phren Banana, exchanger of keys and renderer of dreams puts it perfectly:
The work ahead is too important to not-do. In the face of disaster the team who puts their backs into the oars, who proceeds into the jaws because the only other choice is to give up—that team will find themselves blessed by whichever god sees their valor.
phon/ongod will be right here at Phonon DAO, pulling together with the boys.
Tips to phonongod.eth will be invested in bounties that advance the Phonon project.
Hatemail to phonongod@protonmail.com will be scathingly considered.
Targets for the marketcap of PHONON DAO remain:
$1b by Q2 2022, $12b by EOY.
On the high end, $300b marketcap in 3 years.