#bitcoin #panacea We find our ship of fools on a lake of infinitely dark water. White swans placidly bobbing on the surface. A bump is felt against the bow, it is apparent they have hit a swan, a black swan. Collectively a revelation. What was taken for glints of white swan feathers are merely refractions. Now a few of the passengers have gathered on the rail their gazes fixed on a sea of oily incandescence. The craft buoyed on black feathers. Passage by the grace of happenstance.
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