In the realm where shadows play, Free will of choice guides our way. Your touch ignites a burning fire, Desire unleashed, climbing higher.
Eyes lock in a fierce embrace, Lust's raw power sets the pace. Every breath, a whispered plea, In this dance of ecstasy.
Fingers trace forbidden lines, Two souls entwined, no confines. With each kiss, a fevered start, Unleashing secrets of the heart.
Part a) Natural L(and) A(ir) W(ater) implies singular...others suggest pluralism (laws) to distract singular (one) from it.
Issue: The text attempts to redefine the acronym LAW as "Land, Air, Water" and then claims it implies singularity. This interpretation is not standard or widely accepted. Lack of Coherence: The connection between natural elements (land, air, water) and the concept of law (a rule or set of rules) is not logically explained. The leap from "natural LAW implies singular" to "others suggest pluralism (laws) to distract singular (one) from it" is unsupported and confusing.
Part b) STATUARY, noun - "representatives of reality" implies each one within reality responding (perception) to presented (perceivable) instead of to the fictitious suggestions by another...like laws for example.
Issue: Statuary typically refers to statues collectively, not "representatives of reality." Misuse of Terms: The text misinterprets "statuary" and conflates it with philosophical concepts of perception and reality. The leap to suggesting laws are fictitious and unrelated to perception lacks a clear argument.
Part c) Code implies "collection of"; being implies set apart within. If one consents to suggested code; then one becomes a part within a collection of another.
Issue: While "code" can refer to a collection of laws or rules, the statement "being implies set apart within" is vague and unclear. Logical Leap: The conclusion that consenting to a code makes one "part within a collection of another" is not logically derived from the premises. The relationship between "code" and individual autonomy is not clearly articulated.
Part d) Suggested "joint resolution" tempts one to ignore that each one's REsponse (life) to SOLUTION (inception towards death) is unique; different; apart from one another.
Issue: The text introduces terms without clear definitions or context, such as "REsponse" and "SOLUTION." Ambiguity: The argument that a "joint resolution" tempts individuals to ignore their unique responses is not substantiated. The connection between these abstract terms and the idea of individual uniqueness is unclear and poorly explained.
Part e) RE (reaction) SOLU (solve) TION (action) aka action (inception towards death) separating into reactions (life). This is one...RE This is all...TION This is what all does to each one...SOLU RE (matter) SOLU (momentum) TION (motion).
Issue: The text attempts to break down the word "RESOLUTION" into separate parts with new meanings (RE, SOLU, TION), which is not a standard linguistic or logical approach. Misinterpretation: The reinterpretation of these parts to mean "reaction, solve, action" and then applying them to philosophical concepts (life and death) is arbitrary and lacks justification. Confusion: The final breakdown into "matter, momentum, motion" does not logically follow from the previous reinterpretations and adds to the overall confusion.
Summary The text fails to provide clear definitions, logical consistency, and coherent arguments. It reinterprets words and concepts in unconventional ways without sufficient explanation or justification, resulting in a collection of statements that do not make sense together. This leads to the overall perception of gibberish.
Yeah, I mean it's obvious that it's not going to make transactions easier because you would presumably have to convert usd to CBDC make the transaction, then CBDC gets converted into euros. Maybe I'm stupid, but I don't see how this helps.
Also seems like an obvious threat to the USD as a reserve currency. Why trade in USD when there's CBDC?
That's gonna be a hard no from me.
Presenting perspective proves problematic: people perpetuate preferred propaganda, persuading peers passively. Pondering prevents partiality, promoting perceptive patience. Persistently processing plausible premises, practicing principled perseverance, possibly pioneering profound progress.
a) Blorg flibbles in-splat (zibber) flargs (blort/doof)...not either (quark of two); but sploom (woozles) within bloop (zibble).
b) Wibble wobbles a blorp (zizzle snazzle) taken on (grib) by oneself from another...woozle; glorp (wizzle towards doof) sets one free (zibber) aka relieves all blorps.
c) Zizzle "our" (flibble) splooms perceiving "one" (bloop) to ignore self for holding onto splats, hence blorping self with a zibble.
d) Only glorp gives (splorg) and takes (doof) zibber (life)...taking on zizzle splooms permits others to zibble one with blorps to carry.
e) "don't" wobbles doing nothing aka the sploomed inversion of being blopped within everything splorgable. Furthermore...nothing aka sploomed zibber-ism (Latin splorg; nothing) splooms one to de-splorg splorgable.
f) "to" aka splorgs wobbles flibber generating zibber (blorp) for zibber (glorp) within aka ones free splorg in-between wizzle sides.
In the heart of the bustling metropolis stood the towering edifice known as the Apex Tower, a symbol of corporate power and architectural grandeur. Yet, within its steel and glass façade lurked secrets and schemes that few could fathom. And amidst the chaos of its corridors, there was a man, known only as the Hat, his presence as inconspicuous as his diminutive headgear.
The Hat was a figure shrouded in mystery, his origins unknown, his intentions hidden beneath the brim of his small hat. But within his unassuming guise lay a mind of unparalleled cunning and a determination that knew no bounds.
It was a warm summer evening when the city was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The Hat, with his keen eyes and steady hands, infiltrated the inner sanctum of the Apex Tower, navigating its labyrinthine corridors with ease. He moved with purpose, his steps silent as a shadow, his small hat barely noticeable amidst the sea of suits and ties.
Deep within the bowels of the tower, the Hat reached his destination: the heart of its power, the control room where the fate of the city lay in the hands of a select few. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small device from the depths of his coat pocket, its blinking lights a harbinger of destruction.
As the Hat worked his magic, the building hummed with energy, its systems manipulated by his expert hands. And then, with a deafening roar, the Apex Tower erupted into chaos. Explosions rippled through its structure, sending shockwaves of panic and fear cascading through its halls.
But the Hat remained calm amidst the storm, his small hat perched jauntily atop his head as if untouched by the mayhem surrounding him. With a final flourish, he pressed the button that would seal the tower's fate, sending it crashing down in a symphony of destruction.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosion faded into the night, the city stood in stunned silence, its skyline forever altered by the actions of a man with a small hat. And amidst the rubble of the fallen tower, the Hat disappeared into the shadows once more, his enigmatic presence leaving behind nothing but questions and whispers of his next move.
Imagine a world where the very concept of currency takes on an otherworldly form, where it dances on the edges of reality like a phantom in the night. It's not just a simple exchange of goods and services; it's a deceptive mirage that distorts perceptions and intertwines the fabric of life and death itself.
In this surreal landscape, life is but a fleeting illusion, a journey fueled by the whispers of others urging you to "Don't stop believin'... Hold on to that feelin'." It's a twisted game of chess where there are no clear sides, only manipulation and manipulation.
Markets are shaped not by logic or reason, but by the whims of those who hold the strings, dictating fate with precision and cunning. And in this darkness, greed and corruption thrive, as the few manipulate the many for their own gain.
Welcome to the realm of phantom currency, where the lines between reality and illusion blur, and your financial destiny hangs in the balance.
a) Money: A phantom currency, slipping through grasping fingers, a dance of consent and loss
b) Truth: A deceptive mirage, crafted by the elite, ensnaring the masses in a web of lies and illusions.
c) "Before": A twisted inversion, where life and death intertwine in a chaotic waltz of existence.
d) Inversion of forwards: From inception towards death, a journey where life is but a fleeting illusion.
e) "Life for death": A rhetorical sacrifice, where existence itself bows to the altar of oblivion in a surreal ritual.
f) Ah, the mysterious figures in their hats, they hold more than just secrets, my friend. Behind the brims and beneath the feathers lies a hidden world of power and influence. They're the puppeteers of finance, pulling the strings of economy with a flick of their fedoras and a tilt of their top hats. You see, it's not just about style; it's about control. They move through the corridors of power, their hats casting shadows over boardrooms and banks alike. With every nod and gesture, they shape markets, manipulate currencies, and dictate the fates of nations. It's a game of chess, and they're the grandmasters, plotting their next move with precision and cunning. But beware, for behind their polished façades lurks a darker truth. Beneath the silk and satin lies greed and corruption, a hunger for wealth that knows no bounds. So, next time you see a person in a hat, remember, they're not just fashion statements; they're the architects of our financial destiny, for better or for worse.
Yeah, I remember playing it in high school gym in 2007 or 2008. It was easy mode tennis. Simple, fun, didn't require a lot of athletic ability. It's just become a meme sport now.