Tree of Trees

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Token ID · 1 tokens

18023.29506

X · 1 tokens

672.5275997

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-23 12:31:37.388 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

At my life’s dawn, I wore no mask - pure, unshielded. After breakfast, I tried one face after another, mirroring what others craved: strength, love, steadiness; trying to hide the fear, pain, rage. By noon I had stacked masks high, a tower of pretense. Now, in my golden dusk, the sun dips low behind me and I drop them one by one, barefaced in twilight’s glow. Ahead, night looms. To life’s west, it is midday where my children fashion their own masks, guiding their little ones through the morning’s haze.

Observation · 1 tokens

As surely as sunrise and sunset are always somewhere, the great gift of being loved removes my fear of the nighttime ahead.

Revision · 1 tokens

Great chance, skill, and mastery metaphor. Amateur gamblers lose often to a professionals, who lose always to the Master who Created game. We are all here at a Master's party. An idea - how to show up? Enjoy, uplift, ponder, revile, hide in dark corner?

Response 1 · 1 tokens

Perhaps once a flag, perhaps now a scrap trailing in the breeze. We want a flag; to carry into war, to drape on a casket, to mark the seat of power, to adorn festivities, to rally our small Canopy tribe... "us." Consider: what does it mean to "you?"

Response 2 · 1 tokens