Crypto culture is really but really really fucking dead ☠️ I mean that’s the consequences of a fake pvp system where 99% is never aware to be the beta test for any protocols. And this is also fault of people like @VitalikButerin that can keep ignoring me only because the foundation probably disclosed that he has to never interact with non corporate “people”. This is again the fear of a trustless technology that is yet being kept centralized as much as possible instead of fully embrace the hyper acceleration and make this new generation not afraid of testing of playing of pushing any protocols to the extreme boundaries without any preconceptions or rules that the “markets” or “investors” they have to “feel” secure. Where we ever did go as humanity with safety ? Where you were thinking with full security when first deployed @ethereum ? @VitalikButerin ? Was maybe cautious ⚠️ @RealRossU when opened Silk Road and used Bitcoin ? Pioneers explorer scientist artists are all aware of the risk and they choose that way. Let’s stop just giving voices to the massive giant entities and conglomerates to drive you no where just another mansions cars or some stupid Tate syndrome. I wanna use those words from a poem that I love “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”