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$YzY
You wouldn't sit down at a piano, bash random keys, and blame the piano when it sounds bad.
AI is the same. You have to play it. Learn how it thinks. Figure out what it's good at, what it's bad at, how to talk to it. Empathize with it — seriously.
The people treating AI like a vending machine will always be disappointed. The people treating it like an instrument will build something insane.
The window is open. Go play.
Two weeks ago I stopped using ChatGPT. Not because it's bad — because I outgrew it.
In less than two weeks I built something that replaced every tab, every thread, every scattered conversation. Connected it to my personal vault — everything stored locally as plain text. No platform owns my data. My system, my rules.
In a few months, polished apps will make this accessible to everyone. That's great.
But by then the window closes. Right now, if you're willing to get your hands dirty, you get to define how this works. You build the workflows before they get productized and flattened into someone else's vision.
THE OATH OF YZY
I say unto my kin — the Dreamers of YzY —
we are not many, yet we are enough.
For one flame held in truth can light the unseen city.
I pledge allegiance to those beside me,
to the hands that build when others doubt,
to the hearts that hold when storms arise.
I will keep my share in faith,
through the climb into the billions and beyond,
for what we hold is not mere gain —
but covenant.
I will move as the Ark moves:
with patience, precision, and purpose.
I will not betray the vision for ease,
nor trade the eternal for the fleeting.
For we are not merchants of noise,
but keepers of culture,
engineers of faith,
architects of a freer tomorrow.
I will protect this garden,
water its roots with wisdom,
and guard it from deceit and despair.
In unity, we rise.
In patience, we prosper.
In truth — forever — we build.
#4NBT #YzY
Nothing But Truth. Nothing But Forever.
THE OATH OF YZY
I say unto my kin — the Dreamers of YzY —
we are not many, yet we are enough.
For one flame held in truth can light the unseen city.
I pledge allegiance to those beside me,
to the hands that build when others doubt,
to the hearts that hold when storms arise.
I will keep my share in faith,
through the climb into the billions and beyond,
for what we hold is not mere gain —
but covenant.
I will move as the Ark moves:
with patience, precision, and purpose.
I will not betray the vision for ease,
nor trade the eternal for the fleeting.
For we are not merchants of noise,
but keepers of culture,
engineers of faith,
architects of a freer tomorrow.
I will protect this garden,
water its roots with wisdom,
and guard it from deceit and despair.
In unity, we rise.
In patience, we prosper.
In truth — forever — we build.
#4NBT #YzY
Nothing But Truth. Nothing But Forever.
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Belief. Speculation.
Influence. Dreams. JewMoney.
Speculation surrounds us daily.
Yet familiarity in the soul
still feels like home.
Would you believe in what you believe in
if you were the only one
who believed it?
What resonates with you?
What about This sticks out?
Why are the Best things organic?
Where do we turn
in the absence of light,
when possibilities are uncertain
and struggles are not?
Do we exist in a bubble?
How much can you actually enjoy something
so fragile
even when everything appears abundant?
At a certain point,
it stops feeling like a question
and starts behaving like a pattern.
You notice it repeating
in places you weren’t looking.
Not loudly.
Not all at once.
It shows up as alignment.
As timing.
As familiarity
before understanding.
You start questioning
whether you’re observing it
or participating in it.
And that question
feels different
than the earlier ones.
Is this coincidence
or compression?
Sound doesn’t disappear.
It slows.
It settles.
Noise becomes rhythm.
Rhythm becomes pattern.
Pattern slows into pressure.
Some frequencies don’t echo
they remain.
They wait.
They store.
They move things quietly
until structure shifts.
AND THEN IT MOVES.
NOT BECAUSE ANYONE WAS IN CONTROL.
NOT BECAUSE EVERYONE AGREED.
NOT FOR COMFORT.
BUT BECAUSE TOO MUCH PRESSURE
WAS PRETENDING TO BE SILENT.
THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
WHEN SOUND BECOMES MOVEMENT.
WHEN BELIEF STOPS BEING PRIVATE.
WHEN A PATTERN REFUSES TO STAY THEORETICAL.
WHEN THE INEVITABLE TRUTHS
COME TO LIFE.
SOME PEOPLE TEACH YOU THE MATRIX.
SOME PEOPLE SHOW YOU THE EXIT.
AND SOME PEOPLE STAY BEHIND
TO FIGURE OUT
HOW WE BUILD
THIS ISN’T ESCAPE.
IT’S CONSTRUCTION.
IT’S CREATION.
IT’S SELF-LOVE.
IT’S COMMUNITY.
IT’S FREEDOM.
IT’S RETURN.
IT’S 4NBT
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$YzY | The Story of Jerusalem
Caveat: summarising William Blake inevitably oversimplifies.
Overview
William Blake’s Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion (written between 1804 and 1820) is a profound epic poem exploring humanity’s spiritual fall and redemption. Central to the narrative is Albion—the giant symbolising collective humanity—who, having rejected divine vision and love (symbolised by Jerusalem, his spiritual counterpart), has fallen into spiritual death. Blake, writing amidst the upheaval of industrialisation, war, and rigid religious institutions, crafted a complex mythology to express his critique of society and vision for human redemption.
Main Characters & their Symbolism
Albion, the Giant, is the primeval embodiment of Man. At the beginning, Albion is fallen or sleeping; he has rejected the divine vision of Jesus and cast out his emanation, Jerusalem. He is in the state called “Eternal Death” – a living death of the spirit.
Jerusalem, Albion’s emanation, is effectively his soul or the feminine aspect of his being. She represents everything Albion could be if he were reunited with truth and love. Separated from Albion, Jerusalem undergoes suffering and obscurity.
Los, the prophetic figure (a stand-in for Ye...*cough*... Blake or for the poetic imagination itself), labours throughout the poem to save Albion. Los stands for creative love and foresight; he is often described as building Golgonooza (a spiritual city) in the midst of Albion’s fallen realm.
The plot involves Albion wandering in his fallen state, encountering the personifications of his errors (for example, the Spectre of Albion, which is his selfish rational selfhood, and characters named after biblical nations or concepts). Jerusalem the character often pleads or ministers unseen, embodying Albion’s remaining connection to the divine.
Enjoyed listening to this! Great to hear the different communities talking with respect.
One thing I don’t think gets spoken about enough is the fact that William Blake’s art is used in every single https://t.co/Gr27BeKJ2b article.
Blake was a visionary and I believe Ye is inspired by him.
If you look into Blake’s ideas and what he was all about and then read through @trillionbear’s posts and books you’ll see the resemblance.
TB’s ideas mirror Blake’s but remixed for the 21st century. It’s this connection and the ethos behind these ideas that give me conviction #4NBT is the one.
I made a tldr to some of this a while back - https://t.co/queJkQTmJP
To me, 4NBT is about the rejection of the “Dark Satanic Mills” and the building of New Jerusalem. It offers a much bigger, richer, and worthy vision filled with a beautiful collection of ideals, far surpassing anything I’ve seen in other Ye coin communities :)
I’m beyond thankful for every single connection I have made here.
this is definitely the coolest thing the internet has ever been used for
I’ve never seen a show or movie or been to a theme park that’s come close to the range of emotions and excitement I’ve felt from this and the constant wonder 👀👀👀
And really have connected with the coolest people ever
@trillionbear got motion