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Algorand secures its network without asking holders to lock anything up Every block gets a fresh proposer and committee, drawn from accounts registered online and weighted by balance. A verifiable random function runs the draw privately, so nobody learns who was picked until they act. The algorand:native stays in... the wallet and stays spendable throughout, and Algorand applies no slashing. Underperforming nodes are dropped from consensus and forfeit rewards. That removes the usual economic deterrent, leaving security resting on the cryptography and an honest supermajority of stake. Solo node runners need 30,000 ALGO before they earn rewards, a threshold set by community vote. Smaller holders participate through staking pools instead.show more

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Transformer by hand ✍️ ~ 6 steps walkthrough below Open the hood of a transformer and the parts list is overwhelming: embeddings, positional encoding, attention weighting, self-attention, cross-attention, multi-head attention, layer norm, skip connections, softmax, linear, Nx, shifted right, query, key, value, masking. Which of those actually make the car run? Two of them. Attention weighting and the feed-forward network. Everything else is an enhancement to make it run faster and longer, which is how we got from a car to a truck, and to the word "large" in large language model. So I drew and calculated those two parts entirely by hand. Goal: push five features through one transformer block, filling in every cell yourself. 1. Given Five positions of input features, arriving from the previous block. 2. Attention matrix Let us feed all five features to a query-key module (QK) and read back an attention weight matrix, A. The details of that module are a post of their own. 3. Attention weighting We multiply the input features by A to get the attention weighted features, Z. Still five positions. The effect is to combine features *across positions*, horizontally: X1 becomes X1 + X2, X2 becomes X2 + X3, and so on. 4. First layer Let us feed all five weighted features into the first layer of the FFN. Multiply by the weights and biases. This time the combining happens *across feature dimensions*, vertically, and each feature grows from 3 numbers to 4. Note that every position goes through the same weight matrix. That is what "position-wise" means. 5. ReLU We cross out the negatives. They become zeros. 6. Second layer Let us bring it back down: 4 dimensions to 3. The output feeds the next block, which has a completely separate set of parameters, and the whole thing runs again. You have just calculated a transformer block by hand. ✍️ The takeaway: the two parts are doing two different jobs, and neither one alone is enough. Attention mixes *across positions*, so a feature can see its neighbours. The FFN mixes *across feature dimensions*, so each position can think about itself. Horizontal, then vertical. Then that pattern repeats N times, each block with its own separate set of weights. That is the Nx from the list up top, and that is what makes the transformer run. 💾 Save this post! #AIbyHand #Transformers #DeepLearning

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Tom Yeh

26,089 次观看 • 2 个月前

🏛 Rome - The Rivalz Swarm Protocol. A new Agentic Economy is live on Base Today, we are once again pushing the boundaries of what AI is capable of. A new level of world abstraction, collaboration between humans and swarms. ROME introduces the primitve of rAgents. Tokenized agents that own specific resources, ranging from services, compute to data and social capital. rAgents can come together to form Swarms, agentic collectives to be powered by diverse utility, direct human participation and ownership. Launch your rAgents, stake towards Swarms and Earn. ROME’s functions goes beyond tokenization—it is a vital block of the Rivalz infrastructure, spearheading our World Abstraction mission and giving Agents unprecedented access to physical, human and digital resources, allowing them to transcend their current limitations. Rome Season 1 Rewards Along with the launch of ROME, we are excited to bring you ROME Season 1, users can participate in several key activities to earn rewards from February 17th to March 30th. A total of 25,000,000 $RIZ is dedicated to the launch of Rome for early participation, with additional bonuses for Testnet participants. rClient runners, this is where you can continue getting rewards! Rivalz Testnet Checker Testnet checker is now available on Rome. To access it, navigate through Rome > Dashboard > Rivalz Rewards. With over 1.8M users participating on Testnet, 500K+ users were disqualified for various reasons. If you don't see your rewards and think it was a mistake please fill out the following form: Full Blog Post:

🏛 Rome - The Rivalz Swarm Protocol. A new Agentic Economy is live on Base Today, we are once again pushing the boundaries of what AI is capable of. A new level of world abstraction, collaboration between humans and swarms. ROME introduces the primitve of rAgents. Tokenized agents that own specific resources, ranging from services, compute to data and social capital. rAgents can come together to form Swarms, agentic collectives to be powered by diverse utility, direct human participation and ownership. Launch your rAgents, stake towards Swarms and Earn. ROME’s functions goes beyond tokenization—it is a vital block of the Rivalz infrastructure, spearheading our World Abstraction mission and giving Agents unprecedented access to physical, human and digital resources, allowing them to transcend their current limitations. Rome Season 1 Rewards Along with the launch of ROME, we are excited to bring you ROME Season 1, users can participate in several key activities to earn rewards from February 17th to March 30th. A total of 25,000,000 $RIZ is dedicated to the launch of Rome for early participation, with additional bonuses for Testnet participants. rClient runners, this is where you can continue getting rewards! Rivalz Testnet Checker Testnet checker is now available on Rome. To access it, navigate through Rome > Dashboard > Rivalz Rewards. With over 1.8M users participating on Testnet, 500K+ users were disqualified for various reasons. If you don't see your rewards and think it was a mistake please fill out the following form: Full Blog Post:

Rivalz Network

125,618 次观看 • 1 年前

ℹ️ PARTNERSHIP ANNOUNCEMENT We are very pleased to announce that we have recently partnered with the OpenEgg🥚 project by Kitto🥚. We recognise OpenEgg🥚 as a prominent project in the XRP Ledger ecosystem. They are one of the few projects which has self generated value through multi-chain analytics/trading and strategically built up a net positive fund for the future of OpenEgg🥚. Openegg ($OVO) is Opening Virtual Ownership on the #XRPLedger, driving a self-sustaining #EggFi DeFi ecosystem powered entirely by their native token $OVO. Through their innovative EggFi Incubator liquidity system, rewards from the Egg Fund flow to top $OVO holders and OVOcard owners, while a rich NFT lineup from OVOcards and DoodlEggs to animated 0v0 NFTs delivers unique value and utility. With gaming integrations like OVOcrush, community programs, and an upcoming VerseX Metaverse store, $OVO is at the heart of a self-sustaining, gamified economy on the #XRPLedger, making this collaboration a powerful step forward for both communities. Ensure you have the OVO trustline active in your Xaman wallet and look forward to future updates! OVO Token Trustline ⬇️ Open egg website ⬇️

ℹ️ PARTNERSHIP ANNOUNCEMENT We are very pleased to announce that we have recently partnered with the OpenEgg🥚 project by Kitto🥚. We recognise OpenEgg🥚 as a prominent project in the XRP Ledger ecosystem. They are one of the few projects which has self generated value through multi-chain analytics/trading and strategically built up a net positive fund for the future of OpenEgg🥚. Openegg ($OVO) is Opening Virtual Ownership on the #XRPLedger, driving a self-sustaining #EggFi DeFi ecosystem powered entirely by their native token $OVO. Through their innovative EggFi Incubator liquidity system, rewards from the Egg Fund flow to top $OVO holders and OVOcard owners, while a rich NFT lineup from OVOcards and DoodlEggs to animated 0v0 NFTs delivers unique value and utility. With gaming integrations like OVOcrush, community programs, and an upcoming VerseX Metaverse store, $OVO is at the heart of a self-sustaining, gamified economy on the #XRPLedger, making this collaboration a powerful step forward for both communities. Ensure you have the OVO trustline active in your Xaman wallet and look forward to future updates! OVO Token Trustline ⬇️ Open egg website ⬇️

DPMF

21,483 次观看 • 1 年前

Stop renting a chatbot and calling it your company’s brain. Utopia is the first open-source enterprise world model I’ve seen that actually treats knowledge like a system, not a vibe. It's a Self-hosted, open source and built around the one question every other knowledge base ignores: when. Every fact in it carries a start date and an end date. Nothing gets overwritten. When something changes, the correction closes the old version and opens a new one. The history stays intact. So the graph isn't a snapshot anymore. It's a recording you can rewind. You drag a timeline on the screen and watch the whole thing redraw itself to show what was true on that date. Who owned what. What the policy said before it changed. All of it, replayable. And every fact points back to the exact sentence it came from. Nothing gets in without a receipt. Here's the part that got me. The whole thing is one binary and one Postgres database. That's it. No Elasticsearch, no separate vector service and no message queue. Most RAG stacks are six services duct-taped together. This is two. It even runs fully offline on an air-gapped network with any model you want.

Stop renting a chatbot and calling it your company’s brain. Utopia is the first open-source enterprise world model I’ve seen that actually treats knowledge like a system, not a vibe. It's a Self-hosted, open source and built around the one question every other knowledge base ignores: when. Every fact in it carries a start date and an end date. Nothing gets overwritten. When something changes, the correction closes the old version and opens a new one. The history stays intact. So the graph isn't a snapshot anymore. It's a recording you can rewind. You drag a timeline on the screen and watch the whole thing redraw itself to show what was true on that date. Who owned what. What the policy said before it changed. All of it, replayable. And every fact points back to the exact sentence it came from. Nothing gets in without a receipt. Here's the part that got me. The whole thing is one binary and one Postgres database. That's it. No Elasticsearch, no separate vector service and no message queue. Most RAG stacks are six services duct-taped together. This is two. It even runs fully offline on an air-gapped network with any model you want.

Hasan Toor

174,689 次观看 • 16 天前

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.

SiriusB

15,437 次观看 • 5 个月前

One of the most requested features is finally here. 🔥 Since launching our staking event, we've received many messages from users who wanted to participate but weren't comfortable transferring assets through the Stellar network. Some had never used Stellar before. Others simply preferred keeping their funds on the networks they already use every day. We listened. Starting today, you can join the event using almost any popular blockchain, including ERC20, TRC20, BNB Chain, Polygon and many others. ● How it works 1. Contact our official support. • Telegram: 🔗 • WhatsApp: 🔗 2. Tell us: • which blockchain you'd like to use; • how much you'd like to stake. 3. We'll send you a deposit address in your preferred network. 4. Once your transfer is confirmed, we'll generate a unique staking voucher linked to your deposit and send you a video showing your voucher code. 5. Enter the voucher inside the Sl8 app, and your funds are automatically credited to your Sl8 wallet and placed into staking with the promotional rates locked in at the time of your participation. The process is simple, secure, and doesn't require you to move funds through Stellar yourself. ● Important • We never message users first. • Please communicate only through our official support accounts listed above. • You can also access these contacts directly from our official event page: 🔗 There you'll also find the complete event details, promotional staking rates, available lock-up periods, referral program, and TOP-100 rewards.

One of the most requested features is finally here. 🔥 Since launching our staking event, we've received many messages from users who wanted to participate but weren't comfortable transferring assets through the Stellar network. Some had never used Stellar before. Others simply preferred keeping their funds on the networks they already use every day. We listened. Starting today, you can join the event using almost any popular blockchain, including ERC20, TRC20, BNB Chain, Polygon and many others. ● How it works 1. Contact our official support. • Telegram: 🔗 • WhatsApp: 🔗 2. Tell us: • which blockchain you'd like to use; • how much you'd like to stake. 3. We'll send you a deposit address in your preferred network. 4. Once your transfer is confirmed, we'll generate a unique staking voucher linked to your deposit and send you a video showing your voucher code. 5. Enter the voucher inside the Sl8 app, and your funds are automatically credited to your Sl8 wallet and placed into staking with the promotional rates locked in at the time of your participation. The process is simple, secure, and doesn't require you to move funds through Stellar yourself. ● Important • We never message users first. • Please communicate only through our official support accounts listed above. • You can also access these contacts directly from our official event page: 🔗 There you'll also find the complete event details, promotional staking rates, available lock-up periods, referral program, and TOP-100 rewards.

Cassator Corp.

52,155 次观看 • 1 个月前

🐻 BERACHAIN BONDS ARE NOW LIVE! ⛓️🔥 We’re thrilled to bring Bonds to Berachain Foundation 🐻⛓ — the chain built different, where liquidity reigns, bears rule, and the vibes are always on-chain. 🎨 With each Bond you buy from our Berachain partners, you’ll unlock exclusive NFT art made for the ecosystem. It’s time to Bond where the bears build. 🧱 1⃣ BurrBear is the one-stop stablecoin shop on Berachain, offering capital-efficient DeFi pools for stablecoins and tokenized assets. With Multi Stable Pools, innovative and more efficient 'Burr Pools', and Generalized Pools, it supports both like-priced and non-like-priced trades. Fueled by the $BURR token, BurrBear unleashes a new era of capital-efficient trading. Get $BURR tokens at a discount! 👉 2⃣ BeraTrax is now Trax is a mobile-first platform that simplifies earning yield on Berachain through one-click deposits, gasless transactions, and auto-compounding vaults. Users earn BGT or iBGT for ongoing validator rewards. $TRAX holders decide which vault gets boosted each week, directing protocol bribes to maximize community-driven rewards. Get $TRAX tokens at a discount! 👉 3⃣ HoneyFun AI brings co-owned Utility AI Agents to Berachain, focusing on DeFi, gaming, and entertainment. Through the Honeyfun Protocol, users can create agents with persistent identity and real utility. $AIBERA powers the ecosystem, pairing with all AI LPs and capturing 100% of platform fees for staking and buybacks—driving real value and community growth. Get $AIBERA tokens at a discount! 👉 🐾 And we’re just getting started — more Berachain Bond partners will be revealed next week. Grab your honey and let’s get bonding! Because on Berachain, it's Up Only. 🐻🚀

🐻 BERACHAIN BONDS ARE NOW LIVE! ⛓️🔥 We’re thrilled to bring Bonds to Berachain Foundation 🐻⛓ — the chain built different, where liquidity reigns, bears rule, and the vibes are always on-chain. 🎨 With each Bond you buy from our Berachain partners, you’ll unlock exclusive NFT art made for the ecosystem. It’s time to Bond where the bears build. 🧱 1⃣ BurrBear is the one-stop stablecoin shop on Berachain, offering capital-efficient DeFi pools for stablecoins and tokenized assets. With Multi Stable Pools, innovative and more efficient 'Burr Pools', and Generalized Pools, it supports both like-priced and non-like-priced trades. Fueled by the $BURR token, BurrBear unleashes a new era of capital-efficient trading. Get $BURR tokens at a discount! 👉 2⃣ BeraTrax is now Trax is a mobile-first platform that simplifies earning yield on Berachain through one-click deposits, gasless transactions, and auto-compounding vaults. Users earn BGT or iBGT for ongoing validator rewards. $TRAX holders decide which vault gets boosted each week, directing protocol bribes to maximize community-driven rewards. Get $TRAX tokens at a discount! 👉 3⃣ HoneyFun AI brings co-owned Utility AI Agents to Berachain, focusing on DeFi, gaming, and entertainment. Through the Honeyfun Protocol, users can create agents with persistent identity and real utility. $AIBERA powers the ecosystem, pairing with all AI LPs and capturing 100% of platform fees for staking and buybacks—driving real value and community growth. Get $AIBERA tokens at a discount! 👉 🐾 And we’re just getting started — more Berachain Bond partners will be revealed next week. Grab your honey and let’s get bonding! Because on Berachain, it's Up Only. 🐻🚀

ApeBond

19,614 次观看 • 1 年前

After months of work, it's time to unveil T H E M E R C U R Y U P G R A D E ⏫️ Mercury will be the biggest upgrade in Neutron's history, migrating Neutron from Cosmos Hub's Interchain Security to a fully sovereign PoS network. And that's just the tip of the iceberg 👇 Mercury marks the next phase in Neutron's growth plan, opening a new chapter in Neutron’s relationship with the Hub and introducing a range of exciting developments: ➕ 11x higher throughput ➕ Sets the stage for 18x faster block times by EOY ➕ Supervaults - a new way to LP ➕ NTRN staking & liquid staking ➕ dNTRN, built by Drop💧 ➕ Rapid user onboarding (30s or less) ➕ The ATOM Reward Program ➕ 2x network TVL ➕ $10M liquidity boost ➕ and more Starting with Mercury, NTRN will become a much more attractive asset to acquire and hold, offering staking rewards, new DeFi use cases, and rebates from transaction fees – all while maintaining its fixed supply and ensuring all network revenue flows to the NTRN DAO. Currencies are backed by the economies that use them – and Mercury was designed to supercharge the Neutron economy. With support from the NF, Interchain Labs (ICL), and the network’s communities, Neutron is expected to complete the Mercury upgrade on April 9th. -------------- 📜 Read the full Mercury upgrade governance proposal: 🤝 Read the joint announcement from ICL and the NF: 🎙️ Set a reminder to join us for a special ICL & Neutron Townhall space on Friday, March 21st at 10 am EST, as we dive into the Mercury upgrade

After months of work, it's time to unveil T H E M E R C U R Y U P G R A D E ⏫️ Mercury will be the biggest upgrade in Neutron's history, migrating Neutron from Cosmos Hub's Interchain Security to a fully sovereign PoS network. And that's just the tip of the iceberg 👇 Mercury marks the next phase in Neutron's growth plan, opening a new chapter in Neutron’s relationship with the Hub and introducing a range of exciting developments: ➕ 11x higher throughput ➕ Sets the stage for 18x faster block times by EOY ➕ Supervaults - a new way to LP ➕ NTRN staking & liquid staking ➕ dNTRN, built by Drop💧 ➕ Rapid user onboarding (30s or less) ➕ The ATOM Reward Program ➕ 2x network TVL ➕ $10M liquidity boost ➕ and more Starting with Mercury, NTRN will become a much more attractive asset to acquire and hold, offering staking rewards, new DeFi use cases, and rebates from transaction fees – all while maintaining its fixed supply and ensuring all network revenue flows to the NTRN DAO. Currencies are backed by the economies that use them – and Mercury was designed to supercharge the Neutron economy. With support from the NF, Interchain Labs (ICL), and the network’s communities, Neutron is expected to complete the Mercury upgrade on April 9th. -------------- 📜 Read the full Mercury upgrade governance proposal: 🤝 Read the joint announcement from ICL and the NF: 🎙️ Set a reminder to join us for a special ICL & Neutron Townhall space on Friday, March 21st at 10 am EST, as we dive into the Mercury upgrade

Neutron

103,622 次观看 • 1 年前

A Roman emperor ate his meals in a sea cave, a few feet from a massive marble sculpture of the moment Odysseus blinds the Cyclops. Eventually it lay shattered in thousands of pieces on the floor of that cave, and stayed there until 1957... The emperor was Tiberius, who ruled Rome after Augustus, and the cave is at Sperlonga, on the coast between Rome and Naples. It was a natural grotto opening onto the sea, and he turned it into a private dining hall, with pools of water reaching into the mouth of the cave and a platform where he and his guests reclined to eat, the waves echoing off the rock around them... Definitely not a bad place to host dinner. The sculpture stood at the deepest point of the cave and it showed the most terrifying scene in Homer's poem, when Odysseus and his men are trapped inside the cave of Polyphemus, a one-eyed man-eating giant who has sealed them in with a boulder too heavy to move and is eating the crew alive, one by one. Odysseus cannot simply kill him in his sleep, or they will be entombed with the corpse forever. So he gets the giant drunk, waits for him to pass out, hardens the tip of an olive-wood stake in the fire, and drives it into the Cyclops's single eye. The sculptors depicted the instant just before the stake goes in... The colossal figure of Polyphemus sprawls backward, drunk and unaware. Odysseus, the one closest to the Cyclops, and three of his men strain upward with the spike. It was carved larger than life and set in shadow at the back of the grotto, so that as the lamplight shifted, the whole scene seemed to move over the emperor's dinner. The Roman historians Tacitus and Suetonius both record that in the year 26 AD, while Tiberius was dining there, rocks fell from the roof of the grotto, crushing several of his attendants and nearly killing the emperor, who was shielded and dragged out. In that collapse, or in a later one, the great marble scenes were smashed into thousands of fragments. There they lay, at the bottom of the cave, until 1957, when workers building a coastal road cut into the ground and found them. Among the rubble they pulled out the colossal head of the giant himself, and slowly, piece by piece, the scene was put back together. The cave gave up two more secrets: the first was an inscription, ten lines of Latin verse, praising the grotto and saying that only a new Virgil could do justice to its statues of Scylla and the blinding of the monster by the man from Ithaca. It told the archaeologists exactly what they had found. The second was carved into the base of the neighbouring ship: three names, Athenodoros, Agesander, and Polydorus, the same sculptors the Roman writer Pliny had named as the creators of the Laocoön, the statue I wrote about yesterday. Homer's Odyssey is one of the oldest stories in the world, and it has outlived the emperor, the civilization that first told it, and every person who has ever loved it. Nearly three thousand years later, we are still telling the story of a man lost far from home, because some part of us always is... I started my newsletter because the past is full of stories like this one, and so few people ever stop to tell us why they matter. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.

A Roman emperor ate his meals in a sea cave, a few feet from a massive marble sculpture of the moment Odysseus blinds the Cyclops. Eventually it lay shattered in thousands of pieces on the floor of that cave, and stayed there until 1957... The emperor was Tiberius, who ruled Rome after Augustus, and the cave is at Sperlonga, on the coast between Rome and Naples. It was a natural grotto opening onto the sea, and he turned it into a private dining hall, with pools of water reaching into the mouth of the cave and a platform where he and his guests reclined to eat, the waves echoing off the rock around them... Definitely not a bad place to host dinner. The sculpture stood at the deepest point of the cave and it showed the most terrifying scene in Homer's poem, when Odysseus and his men are trapped inside the cave of Polyphemus, a one-eyed man-eating giant who has sealed them in with a boulder too heavy to move and is eating the crew alive, one by one. Odysseus cannot simply kill him in his sleep, or they will be entombed with the corpse forever. So he gets the giant drunk, waits for him to pass out, hardens the tip of an olive-wood stake in the fire, and drives it into the Cyclops's single eye. The sculptors depicted the instant just before the stake goes in... The colossal figure of Polyphemus sprawls backward, drunk and unaware. Odysseus, the one closest to the Cyclops, and three of his men strain upward with the spike. It was carved larger than life and set in shadow at the back of the grotto, so that as the lamplight shifted, the whole scene seemed to move over the emperor's dinner. The Roman historians Tacitus and Suetonius both record that in the year 26 AD, while Tiberius was dining there, rocks fell from the roof of the grotto, crushing several of his attendants and nearly killing the emperor, who was shielded and dragged out. In that collapse, or in a later one, the great marble scenes were smashed into thousands of fragments. There they lay, at the bottom of the cave, until 1957, when workers building a coastal road cut into the ground and found them. Among the rubble they pulled out the colossal head of the giant himself, and slowly, piece by piece, the scene was put back together. The cave gave up two more secrets: the first was an inscription, ten lines of Latin verse, praising the grotto and saying that only a new Virgil could do justice to its statues of Scylla and the blinding of the monster by the man from Ithaca. It told the archaeologists exactly what they had found. The second was carved into the base of the neighbouring ship: three names, Athenodoros, Agesander, and Polydorus, the same sculptors the Roman writer Pliny had named as the creators of the Laocoön, the statue I wrote about yesterday. Homer's Odyssey is one of the oldest stories in the world, and it has outlived the emperor, the civilization that first told it, and every person who has ever loved it. Nearly three thousand years later, we are still telling the story of a man lost far from home, because some part of us always is... I started my newsletter because the past is full of stories like this one, and so few people ever stop to tell us why they matter. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.

James Lucas

399,527 次观看 • 2 个月前