TheFreeQuaker

The world is so full of doomsday prophets peddling fear--Second Coming, economic collapse, civil war, climate catastrophe. Same old grift. Even Bitcoiners have that desperate gleam in their eyes, like gold bugs who discovered bash prompts. I'd rather deal with today's mess than tomorrow's ghosts. Better to sharpen the skills that work anytime, any place: making friends across enemy lines, thinking clearly while helping others do the same, living simply, knowing what integrity really demands of us.

SILENCE: The meeting house was quiet as a grave at midnight. Two dozen souls sat in wooden pews, waiting for the Spirit to move them. In this racket, silence was the only currency that mattered. And brother, it was worth more than all the world's noisy bars.