"Arde, mas retoña la yedra..."
"THE CONSOLATION OF BITTERNESS
When I know well the cards I’ve got will lose,
and somebody I’ve hated, taking hold
of all the chips, will leave me grief and booze,
when I feel mean and desperate and old,
when I can see quite clearly nothing’s flawless
but, up close, there are pocks and flecks and tatters,
and there’s no hope, no happiness, no solace
for fools who work at anything that matters,
when I’m convinced that there are no safe havens,
no loves, no pals, and nowhere left to turn,
and now’s high time to talk of rats and ravens
and whether I’d prefer a grave or urn,
then the asthmatic burr in me that sings
from cussèd spite blesses the mess of things."
"do not fear artificial intelligence
fear natural stupidity" --@MuseumofCrypto
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