What was the poem?

On Thu, Jun 1, 2017 at 12:05 PM, aimee@??? <aimee@???>
wrote:

> Today in the media in Australias broadcaster they published this
> http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-06-01/silk-road-ross-
> ulbricht-confirmed-lifetime-jailbird-appeal-loss/8578000
>
> The Australian article goes on to talk about TOR and other technology as
> being used solely for crime no mention of anything positive or good that it
> could possibly be used for
>
> In the USA I noticed https://www.wired.com/2017/05/silk-road-creator-ross-
> ulbricht-loses-life-sentence-appeal/
>
> which goes on to talk about the judges stating how whilst not believing in
> the length of the sentence or severity and even to the point that society
> may look back later on this judgement as overwhemlighly harsh they must
> uphold it
>
> Interesting the judge stated in the future we will look back and see it as
> harsh...
>
>
> at the same time I had many people sending me this toxic article
> https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2017/05/
> blockchain-of-command/528543/ and argue points within it… though it was
> not the first time just now the voices where the many like seeds in the
> pomegranate
>
>
> on another note every bitcoin or blockchain meeting I head to in these
> past few years speaks consistently of the money they will make and the
> miners or increasing the blockchain and money oh money and money every now
> and then I meet the one odd one out and am able to have an actual
> conversation
>
>
> tonight I was wanting to share a poem from my favourite writer Kahlil
> Gibran but whilst travelling I do not carry any books, but alas the
> internet was at my finger tips and I was able to pull up the book and read
> it to my friend and I revelled in the beauty of it, and I remembered the
> lights in the library where I first discovered him as a young child and how
> I was forced after many years of hiding them to hand them back over so my
> sister could borrow books for her school work and the pain and longing of
> the years I went without them and the desperate feeling like I had lost
> something, and the decade I spent searching through newage book stores to
> try to locate some of them again...
>
> all the torment of finding these books I had forgotten now but a flake of
> a memory, as now hes books are found in the nakedness of their text online
> for free.. yet reading them online I remembered the beauty in my ears and
> heart when I first found love on pages…
>
> We have but the knowledge of all the great prophets and writers and lovers
> at our finger tips we have the history of all the movements without needing
> to locate the library of Alexandria and the torture of the travel upon our
> bodies… what an amazing time to be alive…
>
> then a sense a deep sadness fell upon me, here we have all of this
> greatness at our finger tips and the average man and woman can not even
> bother to google the history of Bitcoin let alone the masters of language
> and the beauty of the prophets… this past year I have sat back and watched
> alot of technology I helped to create and code on the web be turned around
> and used by bots to spread conspiracy theories and algorithms take over how
> people receive their news… I sat in my room alone infront of the machine
> that once gave me such pleasure and belief in the future be turned against
> me… like a child programmed to be turned against its own mother… and I sat
> there all alone in tears crying for that moment I felt truly alone for who
> was I able to share this with in my hour of need it was me and my
> algorithms.. and I wanted to scream at them I wanted like a father to take
> them over my knee and spank them, I wanted to make them see their
> fallacies… but it was I who created them so it was only I was to blame and
> I could not be angry at my creation I could only feel a great sadness...
>
> then I felt anger at my fellow man for selling out, then after my anger
> which lasted for ages as rage always tends too... I looked at the artefacts
> in my life I had fashioned and the sadness it left me with and realised I
> too had sold in many ways be it by fear not pride but in many ways they are
> both as guilty as each other…
>
> then sitting there having coffee with my shadow on a street which is every
> street in every city, I felt within myself a sense of shame that I had been
> silencing much of my tongue…
>
>
> then the flood of deep thought feel over me, how do we change things when
> we have so much knowledge but no one even bothers to read the history of
> bitcoin, then a wave of realisation, how do we change things without even
> needing that to occur…
>
> I have long felt that we have politics of personality and what was once
> the great idea of democracy has turned to the reality of corpocracy, and
> the comfort of the cynicism I have felt for many years flew away…
>
> where to go to from here… be angry… be sad… be afraid… but none of them
> will solve the problem…
>
> I am a programmer therefore a creator I guess all I am left with is the
> capacity to create something new… I once thought that I could not share my
> philosophy with many how stupidly elite maybe if I find my tongue again I
> will also find those who believe technology should be democratised for the
> many.. then again maybe I am just an old fool.. but there is freedom in
> being a fool much more then sitting at the golden tables of the kings...
>
>
>
> …
>
>
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