The Scalable World and Our XRP Future
The egg is the program for the chicken.
All rivers of truth and longing bleed back into the one endless sea. Bleeding rivers came from the creative genius of Nina Simone and as the river bleeds its run back to the sea we magically become the desire of all rivers. Music is magic and Sinnerman stands as one of the greatest of the great works while providing a light in the stumbling darkness of mans pleading ignorance.
Three nights ago Marianne and I sat in the local arena watching a Cirque du Soleil show called Crystal. It was an amazing blend of atmospheric wonderment and an enchanting search for the person within each one of us. As with all mystery plays, there were multiple stories taking place simultaneously. The surface story was recognized by all but the deeper the viewers understanding of the esoteric, the deeper the meaning and layers the viewer could discover within both themselves and the mystery playing out on the stage in front of them.
As the actors whirled and skated around to the beat of the music I imagined what life could be like when the digital asset XRP increased in value and I no longer had to suffer the dredges of work and the reallocation of my time towards a purpose that was not of my primary self-developmental concern.
Dreams of a daytime transparent moon bounced around inside my mind. Crypto wealth is real I said to the person inside me. This, the observer within, provides the balance to the animal mind, a mind which produces savage materialism. It’s hungry and hungering for things of minimal consequence. These things can all be mine when moon and sea become one upon the infinite horizon. We could travel the world in search of such great works.
As the second act began the arena was filled with the sounds of a tap, tap, tapping. Inside, my liver and heart responded. Tap, tap, tap, a rhythmic beat which sounded familiar. The actors skated to the hermetic sounds and before long the magic of Sinnerman embraced the thousands in attendance. It was one of those moments. It was like being upon the sea at midnight as the ever transparent moon lighted the way back to the shores of mind and matter.
There are things which I wish to say but they stand in colorless contrast to the things which I’m tired of saying. How many ways to describe the same thing? How many times can the words be rearranged in rotten weaves and lifeless seeds? When does the time come where I stand separate from what I was and become the things which I’m meant to be? When moon and sea?
At one time the world was without color and was not as dense as it is now. Red may have been the first color and the ancients considered the sea to be the color of wine. Red sky and red water gave way to blue sky and blue sea as consciousness became more scalable. Clouds became rocks and the density of the world increased through the rampant centralization of mind and matter. Existence scaled both inward and outward as mind and matter battled for supremacy of fire, air, earth, wind, and spirit.
Massive stones weighed a fraction of what they do now as the world was less dense in those times. Man built temples to worship the observer within and man now stands in confused amazement at those symbols of the inside world. The outside world pushes and pulls us onward toward the inevitable moment when all things reverse and what was outward becomes inward. Mind and matter are like a tree. One grows on top, or outward, and the other grows underneath, the roots, which represent the inward life-giving power for the tree above.
Can you tell the difference between both? Do you observe the scalability of the relationship? The pattern repeats within us as circulatory and nervous system replicates trunk, branch, and twig. Leaves as skin and mind as the roots, with heart and liver providing the fertile earth from which all things grow, both above and below.
There are things which I wish to say.
Upon the sea, at midnight we are in boats following the light of the transparent moon. One soul to one boat. One dream to each soul. A purpose across the dreams can be found in the evolution of knowing we all share about the digital asset XRP. It powers each of our dreams. It feeds the scalable world we are building around each of us. Our own scalable existence.
The boats bob and dance in the small waves of a peaceful sea. Right of me is Dane, longtime POM friend in search of the invisible around us. We glance knowingly at one another and smile in spite of what we’ve been at smaller scales. To my left is Galgitron, the blunt edge of XRP logic, whose face remains in shadow, just outside of the moon's light. He turns his head towards the light and the boat dips out of sight before re-emerging on a small shadowed crest. Ahead is Hodor, hunkered down in the stern and stern in resolute determination to remain a straight edge in a world of jagged outlines. His purpose is clear.
Further off can be seen XRPBoy, whose head is always turning this way and that. He’s happy just to be sharing the journey between moon and sea. There is a shimmer around him which makes him appear larger and foretells of the man he will continue to evolve into. Scalable.
Then there’s the Digital Asset Investor basked in the glow of his computer. The sea is all around him and within him. He looks up at the moon and suddenly makes a video which a thousand just watched. Momentarily staring out across the vastness of the sea he looks back at his computer and makes another video. Scalable.
All around us on the sea are others who make up the XRP Community. There are hundreds and hundreds. Each with a purpose and a dream. Each with a river flowing into them and a river bleeding out of them. There is Giulia, Jungle Inc, BLP, Member, the Chicken, Helen, Bender, Sim Tron, Trogdor, Silly Ann, just Walter, Benchmark, Radiogenic, Chewie, Eccent, XRPDeist, LoveForCrypto, Futureboi, and Tony (just the facts) from Thinking Crypto.
In a boat behind me is a giant eggplant. It keeps getting closer. Weird.
Underneath the waves of the sea, there are others illuminated by the light of the moon. There is the scalable mind of David Schwartz, the stewardship of Brad Garlinghouse, and the founding principles of Chris Larsen. Together they glide just beneath the surface and provide the buoyancy which holds all other XRP dreams afloat. We are all in search of our great works.
How many ways to describe the same thing?
Dreams. All these things can be mine, can be ours, when moon and sea become one upon the infinite horizon.
There are things I wish to say and I will find new ways of saying them. Soon, the world will have a trillion colors and a trillion rivers bleeding and flowing across the jagged edges of the shorelines of the world. Soon, the moon and sea will become one. Soon, the dream will begin.
This is no longer a surface story.
XRP is the program for the scalable future. - JC
JC Collins can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
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