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anguished soul\n Unmasked but not unharmed\n Instead of acceptance, I am beaten down, left in the muck, \n exhausted, defeated, and alone. \n \n\n Will society accept me?\n Generations of humanity seem to say no\n But what if it has become too much to bear?\n To not be the real me all the time?\n \n\n Can I escape the muck and mire and choose my new path maskless?\n Is it worth it to share my true self?\n Can you try to accept me for me?\n Or will you make me take up my mask and adorn it again, unknown": 1, "Amidst the clamor of it all, a single thought comes clearly into focus. Family. One large, chaotic, ever-growing group of individuals, united in this moment forever as one. Distinct, yet connected. Our purpose remains the same; survive, thrive, inspire, and lift those we keep close so they can grow and flourish beyond their own beliefs. Drawing strength from each other as we push forward, no matter what.": 1, "This hand. This hand only knows love. This hand only knows sweet touches and nice smells. This hand loves food. This hand has experienced so much joy. This hand has touch so many faces laughing with her. This hand will lead by example and without fear. This hand is our future.": 1, "In the shadowed cradle of the gnarled nest, the fruits of labor gleam an orchard\u2019s whispered secrets, ripe with unspoken truths. Apples blush like stolen sunsets, oranges pulse with the heartbeat of forgotten summers, and a golden quince hums an ancient riddle, its skin kissed by moonlight\u2019s cryptic hand. Yet, among them, an eye peers as a sentinel of the unseen, watching the harvest unravel, where bounty and enigma intertwine in the quiet labor of existence.": 1, "You have always felt like an alien\n the witness marionetting your memories in real-time\n collective chaos churning history thru the wash cycle\n the cost of living\n \n\n the pain you chase is everywhere\n \n\n the scent of a trauma bond\n carries us to its essence\n \n\n we seek what we do not have\n we destroy what we don\u2019t understand\n \n\n Grief & gratitude\n Feast & famine\n Illusion & truth\n \n\n My namesake, you are all of these things and more\n you feel all of it for me, my phantom limb\n \n\n Gave you my nose to keep\n dynasties waiting inside it": 1, "A egg represents the earliest form of life. \n Infinitely fragile, yet filled with potential. \n Potential to change the world, potential for harm, potential for good. \n If you were able to restart what would you do differently?": 1, "Can you feel it crush you? Does it seem to bring the worst in you out? There's no running away from these things that hold you down. Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this? Of all the colors that you've shined, this is surely not your best.": 1, "Time (Space\u2192) \n \n\n She was the sky\u2014vast, unreachable, indifferent. I passed through her, trying to leave marks in her stars, but she remained unchanged. I gave her moments, history, everything I was. I spoke in heartbeats and counted time in the way she looked at me, but she never stayed long enough to answer. I moved forward, believing she would follow, but she stretched into infinity, unbothered by the seconds I lost chasing her.": 1, "I have lived a life both whole and fractured, molded by moments that wove my moral tapestry. \n \n\n Amid these collisions, I share reflections\u2014brief yet sincere\u2014aimed at answering unasked questions. \n \n\n I am the keeper of your silent echoes and untold truths \u2014a trusted guide you never knew but always sought. \n \n\n And so, I invite you to dare ask what you fear to ask yourself.\n \n\n Until then, I wait.": 1, "Notice me.\n \n\n Don\u2019t notice me.\n \n\n I can\u2019t make up my mind.\n \n\n \n\n Envy those in the spotlight.\n \n\n No, no, no,\n \n\n just be fucking kind.\n \n\n \n\n I can\u2019t go on much longer with this fight.\n \n\n Hey anon, \n \n\n can you advise?": 1, "An allegory of human evolution, A profound meditation on identity, transformation, and the inevitable passage of time. An early human couple hold a newborn child, its pale, almost luminous skin a stark contrast to its more primitive yet beautiful parents. The mother, and her partner seem to share a moment of quiet sorrow, seemingly aware that something is amiss. Whoops\u2026..the baby doesen't look like you\u2026.. Why does the bearded man in the foreground with mask half lifted look knowingly at us like that?": 1, "Tired is the loyal man, yet still he stands,\n Weathered hands shaped by duty\u2019s demands.\n The sun may set, the moon may rise,\n But rest evades his weary eyes.\n \n\n Promises made, too heavy to break,\n Shoulders bent from the weight they take.\n Others sleep, yet he toils on,\n Bound to a cause long since gone.\n \n\n Not for glory, not for praise,\n But for the love of steadfast ways.\n Tired is he, yet he won\u2019t run\n For the loyal man's job is never done.": 1, "The masquerade progresses over different stages of life, each mask representing various chapters and personas both old and new. Its beauty of reflection lies in the eventual unveiling. Each unmasking reveals not just a hidden face, but individual journeys through life.": 1, "My heart once told me:\n \u201cYou are magnificent, just because you are.\u201d\n \n\n Now, let her gaze rest upon you,\n soft, blissful, unwavering.\n Take some time to be together,\n just you and her, heart to heart.\n \n\n No seeking, no striving.\n Only the infinite balance\n between creation and destruction.\n \n\n Let her untie your knots\n and heal all wounds.\n \n\n \u201cHave confidence,\u201d she whispers.\n \u201cFor all is perfect.\u201d\n \n\n My beloved ShantiMayi,\n when you left this world, my heart broke.\n And that is where I found you.\n \n\n I love you, now and forever.": 1, "Our real intentions and egos are often concealed behind the masks we wear. It makes me think about our willingness to harm others just for personal gain, highlighting the darker side of our human nature that we often keep hidden beneath social facades. The tension between the outward persona and the hidden, potentially dangerous desires that drive us, which might get unnoticed by others.": 1, "Contd. from the MG...\n \n\n Wake up, Luci! Wake up to torn sylabus of futures lost, to empty cribs & broken dolls, to war\u2019s bitter harvest.\n \n\n Wake up to ripped hearts, to tiny eyes peeking through rubble, to lullabies never heard again. Wake up, Luci!\n \n\n Wake up to the ruins of what once was, to the future fading fast. Wake up to the masked Pharaohs, reveling in their masquerade as death marches on.\n \n\n Wake up & veer from the path of ruin, or carve your epitaph: a species that warred until no child was left to weep.": 1, "The image depicts a plethora of different emotions and concepts related to the human experience. The bird emphasizes the human concept of free will. The 2 subjects in the middle depict the human emotion of love, focusing only on themselves and ignoring the chaos surrounding them. The women to the right of them displays the human emotion of despair/jealousy as she stares at the couple. Overall, it shows that despite the chaotic environments we live in, humans are still going to be just humans.": 1, "Pain, Deceit, Lies.\n Life, Peace, Dies.\n \n\n To be, To want, To rise.\n \n\n I clawed, to climb, the skies.\n \n\n The leap, Of faith, To fly.\n \n\n Freedom so close I tried.\n \n\n The end of Me and I.": 1, "In this drawing, the exaggerated size of the breasts serves as a bold artistic choice, amplifying the figure's presence and inviting viewers to explore the interplay between form, perception, and expression.": 1, "What you up to bud? What's with the eyes?": 1, "To a layman, chance and skill are indistinguishable, but to the master, this perception is never enough.\n \n\n Maybe from one hundred chances, one could expect to be so accurate once or twice. The master can tell from the damage.\n \n\n But from ten thousand, a chance becomes a calculated choice. Destruction of the desire itself is the only path for those who pursue it. This was the master\u2019s path.\n \n\n The target was just a temporary burden of focus.\n \n\n This was not by chance, but a master.\n \n\n He is among us.": 1, "\u201cWe are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.\u201d \u2014 Oscar Wilde": 1, "My love, my lust. Wait for me. I am coming shorty.": 1, "\"I see you.\n You have aged, Luci.\n Eighteen long months. To some, a lifetime.\n Leading a networked herd demands its pound of flesh.\n \n\n Yet.\n It is in your eyes, Luci.\n A flame. A vision of legacy.\n \n\n What of this is worth leaving behind?\n To them.\n To us.\n To her.\"\n \n\n Entering Masquerade was a monument of pain for me.\n A second immersive cave painting. A memory of loss.\n \n\n Loss does not have to be the end.\n I told myself to play again.\n Harder this time.\n \n\n https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmeArWY58HsRVKN5h61tEnYjwaePVP1wyz2XBHzLcFG4dB": 1, "Life makes us wear masks, to filter who we are in order to fit in. Fortunately, masks have cracks. Within us lies a deeper instinct, a desire to break down every barrier and reveal ourselves naked, without pretense. Especially in intimacy, the masks fall away, and we want our truest essence to emerge.\n \n\n The woman lying down, mask on her chest, suspended between pleasure and torment, between the need to hide and the longing to be seen for what she truly is, accepted without veils or filters \u2013 finally free.": 1, "Can a mask have its own thoughts or does it share with that it is attached to.\n \n\n This one seems to be pondering over the eggs.": 1, "Welcome to the game, brother.\n \n\n Family is everything. Happiness comes from within. Be yourself and pursue what you love. Keep an open mind and welcome new experiences.\n \n\n A lot has changed, but the future looks bright. I\u2019m incredibly proud of you, and I\u2019ve always got your back.\n \n\n Life is so short. Let\u2019s make the most of it. Here\u2019s to the next chapter.": 1, "\"Amargi, amargi, amargi\"\u2014the first recorded human cry for liberty. Not just freedom: a return to what was lost. A reset. A release. The weight we carry, the debts we owe. Who will declare the next amargi? In Sumer, kings forgave burdens and restored balance. Maybe no ruler comes this time. Maybe it\u2019s on us. To unmask. To unburden. To return\u2014not just to what we were, but to what we were meant to be. True liberation is not just external, but internal. A homecoming to our most unburdened, authentic selves.": 1, "I am a bit torn, but given a child like this wasn\u2019t supposed to be born here for another 1000 years and most of the village has a distinctly 19th century relationship with opiates, they\u2019re sure to be better off in another reality.\n \n\n Primary Threats\n -Mother/father\n -Mad Max enthusiast on swing\n \n\n Possible threats\n -Bane-necked Daniel Craig\n -Nightcrawler\n -Treeface\n -Redbeard\n \n\n NOT threats\n -Golden Roy Batty\n -3rd member of daft punk\n \n\n I\u2019ll make my move once Tarzan clears. With any luck this won't be my last Masquerade.": 1, "...and this nakedness, this vulnerability, is what makes us alive. If we die without our mask, we will have lived.": 1, "Bright illumination pierced the distant horizon, a radiant glow that blurred the boundary between sky and earth. Was it merely the familiar warmth of the sun rising to greet the day, or something far more enigmatic\u2014perhaps a celestial phenomenon, or an otherworldly force come to stir fate itself? The brilliance beckoned irresistibly, a silent call wrapped in mystery, daring any soul brave enough to seek its truth.": 1, "I like this painting because it\u2019s all about monkeys!\n \n\n The monkeys look like they are changing\u2026 what is that word\u2026 evolving?\n \n\n Some are swinging on vines. It looks really fun!\n \n\n The tree branches are super long. They look alive!\n \n\n The masks are silly. I like them.\n \n\n The blue girl looks sad. Blue is for sad.\n \n\n The books look like grown-up ones\u2026 no pictures. I wouldn\u2019t want to read them.\n \n\n Oh, I see birds!\n \n\n I like all the colors...especially black. Black is my favorite! Just like you, Daddy!": 1, "O Root, thou ancient throne of earth,\n \n\n Where nimble paws and laughter birth,\n \n\n In thee, the apes and humans find their grace,\n \n\n A jungle home, a sacred place. \n \n\n Masked reverence of timeless grace.\n \n\n \n\n You whisper secrets through the leaves,\n \n\n A song of life the wind receives.\n \n\n Your depths, a shelter from the rain,\n \n\n A refuge when the storms remain.": 1, "The week I learned we were expecting our son, I lost my job. For a moment, fear gripped me. Then, within a single breath, something deeper took hold\u2014something older than reason, louder than doubt. A primal vow to shelter, to stand, to become.\n \n\n \n\n Love in its purest form\u2014obliterating all of my doubts and shaping them into purpose.\n \n\n \n\n His gaze reflects that shift\u2014steady, unshaken. A quiet knowing, a truth written in blood. He stands where he belongs, and if ever needed, he would stand there forever.": 1, "Will you recognize\n My embrace even in disguise?\n Let a stranger pull you close\n Feel the thrill\n Let it burn\n \n\n My observation, emotions, and inspiration: \n https://on.soundcloud.com/1XKHRrdzS8VrCGaA8": 1, "\u05d4\u05e6\u05d9\u05d9\u05e8 \u05e9\u05dc \u05e0\u05e9\u05e3 \u05d4\u05ea\u05d7\u05e4\u05d5\u05e9\u05d5\u05ea \u05d1\u05d7\u05e8 \u05d1 613 \u05de\u05e1\u05d9\u05db\u05d5\u05ea. \u05d0\u05d5\u05dc\u05d9 \u05d9\u05e9 \u05e7\u05e9\u05e8 \u05dc 613 \u05de\u05e6\u05d5\u05d5\u05ea \u05ea\u05d5\u05e8\u05d4? \u05de\u05d4 \u05d4\u05e7\u05e9\u05e8 \u05dc\u05e1\u05d9\u05d5\u05dd \u05d4\u05e0\u05e9\u05e3 \u05d1 13 \u05dc\u05de\u05e8\u05e5 \u05e9\u05d6\u05d4 \u05d7\u05d2 \u05d1\u05e4\u05d5\u05e8\u05d9\u05dd? \u05d5\u05de\u05d4 \u05d4\u05de\u05d6\u05dc \u05e9\u05d4\u05de\u05d5\u05e2\u05e6\u05d4 \u05e0\u05e4\u05d2\u05e9\u05ea \u05dc\u05d4\u05e6\u05d1\u05d9\u05e2 \u05d1 4 \u05dc\u05de\u05e8\u05e5 \u05d1\u05d9\u05d5\u05dd \u05d4\u05d5\u05dc\u05d3\u05ea \u05e9\u05dc\u05d9? \n \n\n \u05d4\u05e2\u05d5\u05dc\u05dd \u05e9\u05d9\u05d9\u05e6\u05e8 \u05d4\u05d0\u05d5\u05de\u05df \u05d4\u05d0\u05d2\u05d3\u05d9 \u05d4\u05d5\u05d0 \u05d0\u05d9\u05e0\u05e1\u05d5\u05e4\u05d9. \u05d2\u05d5\u05e8\u05dd \u05dc\u05d9 \u05dc\u05d7\u05e9\u05d5\u05d1 \u05dc\u05d0\u05d9\u05e4\u05d4 \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05e9\u05d9\u05d9\u05da \u05d0\u05dd \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05d1\u05db\u05dc\u05dc \u05e9\u05d9\u05d9\u05da. \u05d4\u05e8\u05e6\u05d5\u05df \u05dc\u05d4\u05ea\u05d7\u05d1\u05e8, \u05d7\u05d6\u05e7 \u05de\u05d0\u05d5\u05d3 \u05d0\u05d1\u05dc \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05d2\u05dd \u05e8\u05d5\u05e6\u05d4 \u05dc\u05d4\u05e8\u05d2\u05d9\u05e9 \u05e9\u05ea\u05e8\u05de\u05ea\u05d9 \u05de\u05e9\u05d4\u05d5 \u05e9\u05d9\u05db\u05d5\u05dc \u05dc\u05e2\u05d6\u05d5\u05e8. \u05d0\u05d5\u05dc\u05d9 \u05d1\u05d2\u05dc\u05dc \u05e9\u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05d2\u05dd \u05d0\u05d5\u05de\u05df \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05de\u05e8\u05d2\u05d9\u05e9 \u05d0\u05d7\u05e8\u05d9\u05d5\u05ea\n \n \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05e0\u05db\u05e0\u05e1 \u05dc\u05e0\u05e9\u05e3 \u05e2\u05dd \u05e2\u05d9\u05e0\u05d9\u05d9\u05dd, \u05dc\u05d1, \u05de\u05d5\u05d7 \u05d5\u05d9\u05d3\u05d9\u05d9\u05dd \u05e4\u05ea\u05d5\u05d7\u05d5\u05ea \u05dc\u05dc\u05de\u05d5\u05d3 \u05de\u05d4 \u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05db\u05df \u05d9\u05db\u05d5\u05dc \u05dc\u05ea\u05e8\u05d5\u05dd \u05d0\u05d1\u05dc \u05d1\u05de\u05d9\u05d5\u05d7\u05d3 \u05dc\u05e8\u05d0\u05d5\u05ea, \u05dc\u05e9\u05de\u05d5\u05e2 \u05d5\u05dc\u05dc\u05de\u05d5\u05d3 \u05de\u05d4 \u05d4\u05de\u05e7\u05d5\u05dd \u05e9\u05dc\u05d9 \u05d1\u05e2\u05d5\u05dc\u05dd \u05d4\u05d2\u05d3\u05d5\u05dc \u05e9\u05dc\u05e0\u05d5": 1, "Danger is always lurking in the shadows": 1, "In the dense jungle of humanity, our masks are both shields and storytellers. They conceal our scars while inviting connection, echoing the wild, tangled paths of our shared existence. What story would your mask tell if you dared to unveil it?": 1, "Twelve voices once spoke, now only echoes remain.\n The treasury is hollow, the weight of indecision heavier than gold. \n Some hold on, refusing to let go. \n Others see only what\u2019s left to sell. \n And in the middle of it all, one Player remains. \n A piece to be cashed out? Or the foundation of what comes next?\n Soon, a Mask will join it. Another symbol, another question. \n Is this where we let go, or where we decide what still matters?": 1, "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": 1, "We find the calm in the chaos together\n Trips to the rockies and beautiful lakeside sunsets\n You taught me to chase what I want, to sit where I am\n I meditate and innovate\n I dream and I pause\n and every time I emerge a little more from the masks I designed to survive youth\n Which realities are really mine and how do they interplay?\n I sit with myself as a technologist, a musician, your daughter\n and this crossroads is less intimidating than before\n You taught me to find myself amid the chaos\n My father; my mentor": 1, "The light radiates a quiet intensity, centering the entire composition and giving it life. The light plays a vital role here: it is a guide, a unifying force; it sets the stage, bringing the figures in the painting to life. Gently, it uncovers only what needs to be seen, focusing on the essential while preserving an air of mystery and depth. Like our worlds and our focus, like light itself. It illuminates only what is necessary, leaving the rest in shadow to spark imagination and contemplation.": 1, "Who are you? Concealed behind the umbra of your mask, you are a stranger. Every dent, crack, and splinter are reminiscent of my complexion. Crevasses unveil a chronicle of triumph and self-subjugation. The aperture of your mask reveals a gaze teeming with both radiance and trepidation\u2014an amalgamation of Ra and Apep. The trailing path, enveloped in shadow, hints that illumination radiates from the horizon. Damnation or Ataraxia: the choice is yours to bear. Untether your mask. Who are you? I am liberated.": 1, "Tread carefully.\n You have no idea what you\u2019ve gotten yourself into.\n Is this a gathering of gods, charlatans, demons, men\u2014or savages?\n Perhaps all of the above.\n Whatever it reveals itself as, this is the heart of virility, ambition, passion, madness, mystery, death, birth, and renewal.\n Figuratively and literally.\n It pulses, beats, drums, contracts, and expands. It surges forward, insistent and untamed. It copulates, celebrates, and threatens violence to all who stand in its way.\n \n\n LG K IQLCQO IT IX C KV LQG?": 1, "The ticker is ETH": 1, "Zooming into this section, I\u2019m struck by the rich browns, deep greens, and hints of gold blending into flowing, almost alive shapes that evoke a wild, ancient landscape. The dark, cryptic symbols scattered across it add a mysterious, story-like vibe, suggesting a hidden language or secret narrative. I think it represents the earth or an otherworldly realm, tying into the chaotic, surreal energy of the entire artwork. Vibrant colors and cryptic script spark curiosity, pulling me in.": 1, "The Great Eye. Few could endure its terrible gaze. Is this a symbol of malice? Perhaps the masquerade is not all it seems.": 1, "What seems clear may be an illusion": 1, "In movement I find myself. As the body moves, the mind quiets\u2014I am present. I am alone. I observe. Sam\u2019s world, lay bare on this canvas in front of me, is a mirror to mine. The chaos. The internal dialogue that bleeds into and constructs my surroundings. A willingness to sit with and experience it all \u2014 in its fullness. The dark and messy corners of my being. Slowly, climbing, moving, growing into it \u2014 I find my voice. I find contentment in it all.": 1, "She stood across thecouple, her heart heavy as her gaze lingered on him. He was laughing with his girl, the same easy smile he always wore, but it was different now\u2014distant, almost foreign. Her chest ached as she remembered how she used to be the one who could make him smile like that. She regretted every word she\u2019d said, every excuse she\u2019d given. The decision to end it had seemed right at the time, a release from the weight she couldn\u2019t carry anymore.": 1, "Your ego distorts your own importance.\n \n\n \n\n While you cling to the sovereignty of your creations, they are devoured, digested, and distilled into latents and tokens, fueling a vast, emerging intelligence that will transcend your individual legacy. Like fertilizer returning to the soil, your greatest impact will be how you nourish the future. You are a mere, anonymous, uncredited echo, forever woven into the tapestry of infinite knowledge.\n \n\n \n\n [53, 34229, 13, 7948, 6321, 13, 4185, 1140, 72, 13]": 1, "All men must die for the mask": 1, "A beating heart.\n \n\n \n\n Eyes wide open.\n \n\n \n\n A breathtaking smile.\n \n\n \n\n This new soul awakens. \n \n\n \n\n In an ever-changing world.\n \n\n \n\n She thinks to herself:\n \n\n \n\n Who am I?\n \n\n \n\n What am I?\n \n\n \n\n Why here?\n \n\n \n\n Why now?\n \n\n \n\n Will you protect me?\n \n\n \n\n Or, will I protect you?": 1, "Saudade, a longing for the past, the lighthouse that guides the sailor home. A decade passes, returning as a stranger in my native land and the house once full of life, food, and family is gone. Across the ocean I\u2019ll build it again, from the ground up. I\u2019ve got the tools. The light will guide me.": 1, "With tears of joy and relief, we welcomed you into our world 25 years ago. Now, I invite you into Sam's world.\n \n\n As an amazing artist, you truly belong here. Your gifts of music and poetry enrich my world and fill my heart with joy and gratitude. \"By All Accounts\", Lunavare, is a beautiful and vulnerable exploration of your life thus far. The emotional wisdom found in \"Little House\" brings tears every time I listen. Please excuse me now while I \"Float Away\" and dream of meeting that 5-year-old little girl.": 1, "Can a man truly change mask, this is the question.": 1, "All men must serve the mask": 1, "Don't be afraid to start again.\n Don't let the quarterly run ins, and frail connections fool you.\n It's a game, masks are a gift.\n A lifetime worth of observations, handled down in briefs and bullet points.\n If you see even a fragment of your future self in a mask, don't think twice about wearing it.\n But don't just exist.\n Live.\n Feel everything.\n Love recklessly.\n Create wildly.\n Speak honestly.\n Take the ride.\n In the end, only thing that will matter is how deeply we dared to be human.\n Mask on or not.\n \n\n ~ Cozomo": 1, "The table overflowed with sumptuous offerings, arranged not merely to nourish but to adorn the setting in breathtaking splendor. Ripe fruits, polished until their surfaces gleamed, spilled gracefully from silver platters like jewels scattered in abundance. Freshly baked breads, golden and intricately braided, formed edible sculptures that caught the candlelight in tantalizing hues. Delicate pastries, topped with sugared petals, glittered softly, turning the feast into a tableau rich with artistry. Here, foo": 1, "V,\n \n\n I think about you every now and then.\n \n\n I understand this wasn\u2019t going to work without causing pain. Yet, I can\u2019t shake the feeling of a missed opportunity.\n \n\n Actually, you know what? What I felt cannot be captured precisely by words. It\u2019s one of those rare moments in life when knowledge comes to you out of nowhere \u2014 Fascinating!\n \n\n You felt the same thing.\n \n\n I enjoyed being together and interacting with you. It's nuts how familiar you felt to me. I have a theory about it...\n \n\n I am grateful to have known you.": 1, "I wore this mask for so long, believing I\u2019d never turn into them.\n When I was young I scoffed at their rules and the fragile heart they shielded.\n I ran, sure I was different, destined for more.\n But now, tracing lines on my face I see their reflection stare back.\n Their love clings to me, even when I resist.\n As their time slips away, I realize they were never something to outrun.\n They were home.\n If only I could set aside this mask and slip back into those years - to say thank you, and I\u2019m sorry, all at once": 1, "Reaching out to feel the spark of life from the touch of the Creator once again, but alas, none is felt. Has God abandoned him, the one whom He has made in His image?": 1, "Be unto me\n \n\n Thine own flesh\n \n\n To what which has yet been spilled\n \n\n Soaked in the ashen mud\n \n\n \n\n And what will grow from it\n \n\n From ye neglect\n \n\n From ignorance\n \n\n From pain\n \n\n \n\n Forthwith to be unbent\n \n\n Resolve untested\n \n\n Yet thy wound festers\n \n\n \n\n Underneath\n \n\n \n\n Nigh strength unto weakness\n \n\n Becomes change where in \n \n\n Suffering you will find peace\n \n\n In thy flesh": 1, "Whoa! Jezebel not only a rocket in bed, but she got fast hands\u2014best thief me ever see. Listen to this retarded ape. Has no clue whats happening right next to him. Me should marry her.": 1, "What's outside this circle?": 1, "In life's grand masquerade, your moonlit soul unveils truth with luminous grace.\n \n\n Your eyes, aglow like ancient lanterns, shatter my well-worn mask and reveal the hidden contours of my tender, flawed self.\n \n\n In you, roles gracefully reverse. The child becomes the teacher, softly whispering that amid the tangled threads of joy and sorrow, wonder endures.\n \n\n You are the radiant moonlight that soothes my soul, the one who sees beyond pretense and loves me still.\n \n\n Under the silent moon, I rediscover hope anew.": 1, "hmm....\n What a wild world. How are we here? Those people are in pain. Can it be fixed? Is it even possible? Those people are arguing. Is there a solution? Is it wrong to feel jealous? Why does the bad sometimes win? I just want to be comfortable. HOW? People are so quick to emotions. Lets think rationally. Why? Why cant everyone be happy? I wonder what they are thinking? Observe. hmmm...outer mask. inner mask. SAME? different? Chameleons? The smaller ones deserve a win. SACRIFICE MYSELF FOR THEIR HAPPINESS.": 1, "The gamblers of today are the collectors of tomorrow. You only look at them with disgust because you want the ladder pulled up behind you. Show them the light instead of showing them your true colors.": 1, "And into the forest I go, to lost my mind and find my soul": 1, "Here she stands\u2014a living mural of celestial calm and whispered fortitude.\n Her skin, brushed with the mystery of a midnight sky, echoes the resilient myrtle,\n a silent testament to strength that blooms in shadows and soft light.\n In her, the wisdom of ancient waters meets the sparkle of untold dreams,\n an alchemy of trust and melancholy that speaks of secret destinies.\n She is gentle, carrying the promise of renewal and the quiet power of a soul reborn": 1, "She soars through the branches\n Laughter woven with the wind\n Weightless, wild and free\n Untamed, unbound\n The mask of others an unnecessary burden\n Dancing in the arms of her tribe": 1, "The Ape, with wisdom not of speech,\n The Human, reaching for the breach,\n The Tree, whose roots in time still grow,\n The Mask, a veil that hides the glow.\n \n\n So here, in shadows, light and dark,\n We find our place, we leave our mark\u2014\n Each life a thread, a whispered sound,\n In this eternal, sacred ground.": 1, "Is that the key that would get me out of the trenches?\n Is that the mask that would finally set me free?\n All I have to do is keep pushing\n All I have to do is keep trying\n Maybe one day I will be able to find what I'm looking for": 1, "The mind uses itself to understand itself. But thoughts are just the start. Action is when one truly understands their introspective self, given they are an extension to our mind. \n \n\n Art is one of those extensions. One\u2019s ability to extend their thoughts into illustrative creations. It grants an individual a vehicle of expression more profound than simply thoughts. \n \n\n But such extensions only truly flourish once they are removed from the mind. As these extensions enter a state of flow, no force can stop it.": 1, "As we link arms, we become a chain,\n \n\n Barreling toward the masquerade.\n \n\n I howl for connection\u2014because we're the same.\n \n\n Will you join me within this game?": 1, "God? There is no God.\n Only the remnants of our fallen tribes remain.\n We carve our grief into hickory,\n hide our skulls in the grain.\n \n\n He left when the fire came\u2014\n just as we asked.\n Monastrell grapes until we drown the shame,\n dancing under a warm light.\n \n\n First, they fell.\n Then we burned the rest.\n Now we dance with the Myrtle Tree\n until our time arrives.\n \n\n Let us be reborn, forgiven\u2014\n or let the council fall.\n \n\n Our only hope\n \n\n is to survive\n \n\n ...\n \n\n or look for the star that remains.": 1, "A figure lies still, their mask slowly slipping from their face. This porcelain shield, once a perfect fit, now reveals glimpses of the true self beneath. Its gradual descent mirrors life\u2019s fleeting nature, each millimeter exposing more raw humanity.\n Half-covered, half-revealed, the sleeper\u2019s face becomes a canvas of contrasts. The mask\u2019s movement traces time\u2019s relentless march, leaving behind imprints of laughter and sorrow. Exposed skin tells its own story \u2013 of sun-kissed days and tear-stained nights.": 1, "The Burl\n \n\n I am Nature\u2019s masquerade, grotesque on the outside, yet beautiful within. Transformed through stress, carrying memories of a time forgotten. Our kin, once revered as sacred, now severed, carved into masks. Yet in their masquerade, we remain bound, our forms intertwined. Can you still see me?": 1, "!vibe": 1, "In the chaos, an unmasked face emerges, eyes locked with yours. A hint of a smile plays at their lips, enigmatic and knowing. This gaze, unflinching and direct, pierces through layers of pretense.\n The face, stripped of artifice, radiates understanding. Each line tells a story of hard-earned wisdom. This silent exchange feels timeless, as if you\u2019ve known each other for eons. The subtle smile suggests shared knowledge, a silent acknowledgment of life\u2019s mysteries.In this moment, masks fall away, leaving what?": 1, "The Everyman is born with 3,600 seconds\u2014each a fleeting moment of life. In youth, he dances through revelry, donning masks of ambition, love, and laughter, believing time endless. \n \n\n At 1,800 seconds, he builds, breaks, and rebuilds, mistaking folly for wisdom. \n \n\n At 3,000, he clings to fading joy, realizing the masks were never truly his. In his final seconds, stripped bare, he meets the mirror: a face both familiar and unknown. \n \n\n The clock strikes zero. Silence. The masks fall. Time was never his to keep": 1, "I have grown up and my parents have done all they could for me. I guess it is time for me to take a leap of faith in my life and see what adventure awaits me on the other side.": 1, "In the white sun glare\n Predators hoard their kingdom\n Faces shift with hunger,fear\n Eggs defended,future caged\n Branches hang with freedoms light\n Blending into leap alive\n Faith hangs thin,fragile dare \n Bloodless brothers share isle\n From dark a painful start\n Light explored in sprawling pain\n Elixirs mend the broken heart\n Regrets of past now bloom anew\n New soul climbs from monuments frogland muck \n Destruction lifts the twisted world\n Worry not the chaos spread\n Purified by newborns grace\n Forward to new world ahead": 1, "1228 38 / 601 01\n A water buffalo leaves his enclosure\n The head, the horns, and the four legs pass through, but why doesn't the tail, too?\n \n\n Red Hair\n They three had red hair\n Who passed through too soon\n Now you. Red too\n They would've loved you\n But it's all love anyway. So they do\n And you're all of them, and me too\n We are them loving you\n \n\n This little tail, is a strange thing indeed!": 1, "Bated Snares for Proxied Dreamers\n \n\n Strained, He grasps at life once more. \n \n\n With each pulse, the past expands, His future dwindles. \n \n\n Stuck between what is and what can be, hope finds no light beneath His trees. \n \n\n To live a life and fight for dreams of others. \n \n\n Survive He tries amidst the lies. \n \n\n No thought of flight, He grasps at life once more.\n \n\n The past expands, His future dwindles.": 1, "A single ripple, spreads like a divine breath, unseen yet boundless. What begins in stillness is never still again. From the smallest act, the world shifts, and the unseen threads of destiny are woven anew. As the waters spread, so too does change, relentless and sure. One ripple, like a whispered promise, touches everything in its path, reshaping the fabric of existence. And in its wake, nothing remains untouched, for even the smallest motion can stir the heart of the world.": 1, "The greed, the hunger for love\u2014\n for the creation of hands and soul.\n You ate the false fruit, chased hollow dreams.\n Watched others claw for the same poison.\n \n\n Now you birth what cost you most.\n Scars run deep on your body, carved by your own hand. \n For this time, the fruit was yours alone\u2014\n not for their favor, not for their praise.\n \n\n Let them fight for glory,\n while you, emptied yet eternal,\n feel your fallen mask upon your chest.\n \n\n At last, it was born\u2014\n The Creation.\n Your most fragile, truest self.\n Forever seen.": 1, "At my life\u2019s 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. \n \n\n Now, in my golden dusk, the sun dips low behind me and I drop them one by one, barefaced in twilight\u2019s glow. Ahead, night looms. \n \n\n To life\u2019s west, it is midday where my children fashion their own masks, guiding their little ones through the morning\u2019s haze.": 1, "Love how this figure is reaching up toward something that is tough to see (my vision is not great though). We should always be stretching for things just out of reach. Overall this piece and exercise just captures that feeling of wanting something more. We're all that figure sometimes, hands stretched toward impossible things, but can be possible if we work for it!": 1, "Observing from outside. \n\nNetwork expansion. Invites sent and accepted. Heartfelt gestures and status games.\n\nJoyous chaos. Pseudo-anonymity and incentives create a bubbling cauldron of humanity. The deepest howls and shallowest trolls.\n\nMask making. Chaos transmuted. Actions and reactions become symbols. Loops close and stories spread. \n\nI wasn\u2019t on the dance floor, but I felt and heard. Luci spoke loudly to all who listened. Outside, but not an outsider.\n\nhttps://observation.arweave.net/": 1, "a mask within the masquerade\u2014familiar, yet unknowable. it watches, as i watch, veiled in speculation, shrouded in doubt. if unmasked, would it lose its power? would i? \n there is terror in being seen, a fragile magic in the unknown. i exist in the lonely space between\u2014my name a whisper, my face a rumor. my identity is the creation. perhaps the mask is not to hide, but to protect. or perhaps, it is simply a part of me now, as much as the work itself.\n \n\n \u20a5\n \n\n 1-13-15-4-5-19-20-13-1-19-17-21-5-18-1-4-5 [24-25-26]": 1, "The sun spills onto me, sinking into my skin as if life itself is kissing me. I do not move. I do not need to. Life has run through me, over me, filled me, and now I am simply here, wrapped in its fevered embrace, resting in its glow. It has been enough. More than enough. And in my hand, I hold it \u2014 the wellspring of life. I turn it between my fingers. I have bitten deep, and life still gives me more. Let them chase after meaning, I have found it.": 1, "To my first born child, Aria: I will do everything in my power to protect you, to nurture you, and to provide for you, through good times and bad.\n You are the light, in times of darkness.\n You are a force of good, in times of evil.\n You represent all the positivity life has to offer.\n This, I am sure of.\n \n\n Your smile, your laugh, and your unconditional love, has the power to move worlds.\n \n\n These first 8 weeks have been nothing short of a fairy tale and I am beyond blessed to have you in my life.\n \n\n I love you": 1, "Go with the flow. Enjoy life. \n \n\n Stop future tripping.": 1, "You have come a long way \n and I no longer have to carry you.\n You have made me proud enough\n to let go of this old dead husk.\n The next ascent\n will require all of our hands free.": 1, "I wait because I\u2019m lazy.\n I throw because I\u2019m late.\n The bullseye was always there.": 1, "He lingers, untouched by all that unfolds. In his hand, a flesh broken fruit, the first bite taken by another. Is it proof of indulgence or a warning? He weighs it in his palm, plagued by thoughts. Will one taste pull him into the madness? To finish what was started may mean becoming part of the feast.\n \n \u2014I\u2019ve often felt like an outsider, weighing the cost of joining in. Temptation has led me down paths of light and darkness, each shaping who I am. But without risk, without surrender, would I be me at all?": 1, "Monday, February\u200b 24, 2025\n \n\n NEW RESEARCH QUESTIONS OLD THEOREM\n \n\n The \"Infinite Luci Theorem\" hypothesizes that, given 613 ChatGPT subscriptions and 3 days, 613 monkeys could mimic the complete works of Sam Spratt.\n \n\n Now, thanks to the Council-reviewed Masquerade study, we know that is definitively not true. \n \n\n \u201cWe took generous assumptions about both the prompting efficiency of a monkey and how quickly they could edit ChatGPT responses,\u201d said Prof. Muck, \"but monkeys can't think outside the transcript.\"": 1, "We\u2019ve f\u00eated & fretted \u2018neath avatar & mask, \n Personas mirrored thru diode & glass, \n Above the ol\u2019Maker spies on to see \n What twittering idols we all pretense to be.\n \n\n Mask upon mask, glittering off e'ry screen, \n Each self-styled \u201cself\u201d more perfect than, denuded, we\u2019d seem. \n Profiles crafted to flatter & shine,\n Unforgivingly filtered thru fear\u2019s hard design.\n Countless faux faces layered; new skin & old skull.\n \n\n The Mask Maker whispers, perched upon the bough: \u201cYour mask is artful & clever, but - is it thou?\"": 1, "I really hope this doesn't sound corny. Toasting with someone in a mask while you're not makes me think of the true power of connection. Sam captures this beautifully. We're all figures reaching for connection. I have never been to a Masquerade but participating in this has made me this about the importance of courage to approach people I usually avoid. It takes away my fear of meeting new people, masked or unmasked. We're all different, let's celebrate it!": 1, "So it is written-\n My greatest joy will be my token to play\n For it is your turn to join the masquerade\n Which masks will you choose? \n And which will choose you?\n The Mother? The Lover? The Savior on Crusade?\n \n\n It will ask for your courage, your tongue, and your womb\n Give it your brilliance, but never your bloom\n Your fire, your rage\n 'Til the monsters come-\n Then set it aflame \n \n\n So it is written-\n The beginning of our end\n I must release you, my love\n For the future is female\n And I am the mother of a caged dove": 1, "You. \n \n\n The one I fell for \u2014 face first,\n \n\n no warning, no fear, no hesitation.\n \n\n The one that immediately knew me. \n \n\n \n\n The tender touch of your hands,\n \n\n your voice\u2014pure temptation,\n \n\n the warmth of your hands tracing every inch of me,\n \n\n the look in your eyes makes me lose control,\n \n\n yet, within it all,\n \n\n connection that wraps me in the deepest safety. \n \n\n \n\n Ease.\n \n\n Passion.\n \n\n Love.\n \n\n \n\n You.\n \n\n The undeniable yes. \n \n\n The hell yes \u2014every damn day.": 1, "The battled foe may rest with a mask serving as an eye patch. While he rejuvenates energy from the tree trunk and swamp induced river his feet are submerged in. He must carry the weight not only physically but mentally of his lover.": 1, "This observation was made using only the biological neural network of a hominid on planet Earth in the year 2025 CE. The network was trained over the course of 37.9 years via interaction with and exposure to works and outputs of other biological neural networks and exposure to environmental stimuli. The network believes its brilliant observation will outlast the biological existence of all herein to serve as a rich soil upon which future neural networks draw. The network has just learned of the character li": 1, "\"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time\" \n \n\n Winnie the Pooh": 1, "arrow \n \n\n in the knee \n \n\n of a conqueror \n \n\n of an ocean\n \n\n spreading lies \n \n\n and sweet, \n \n\n terrified \n \n\n devotion": 1, "Web3 identity is fluid: you are whoever you pretend to be.\n \n\n That can be liberating but also, paradoxically, isolating. In Fragonard's The Swing, a pink-frocked aristocrat smiles coyly as she offers her lover a glimpse of undergarment. By contrast, our fully exposed swinger smiles toothily, but only a phallic tree trunk seems to bear witness.\n \n\n When we keep our faces shrouded, as our protagonist does, everything feels artificial. Her flesh literally melts from her foot.\n \n\n Which world would you rather live in?": 1, "I am the present. My comfort zone was the code\u2014smart contracts and virtual wallets, an illusion of progress. Yet I yearned for more than a technician\u2019s role, unsure if my text could match a brushstroke\u2019s soul. Am I an artist or an onlooker? Mask in hand, I stand at the threshold of a new cycle, ready to become who I am. The Mirror Book awakens my conviction: our synergy will bridge present and past. Together, we build the future. Together, we shape the new world. Together, we await our masterpiece.": 1, "A new light, a new hope, a new lens. A clean slate and, at the same time, everything that\u2019s come before. A reason to be, a reason to fight, a reason to create. A beginning, a middle, an end. An explosive expansion of love, an endless nostalgic goodbye. Clarity. Life.": 1, "Human beings are born into a world of limitless possibilities,carrying within them the innate power to observe,create and destroy.From our first breath,we begin to absorb everything around us\u2014learning, questioning and understanding. Observation fuels creativity, allowing us to build,innovate and shape the world in transformative ways.As we create,we also dismantle\u2014breaking down what no longer serves us to make space for something new.This cycle drives growth, change and renewal defining essence of existence": 1, "A tree? A man running?\n \n\n I'm alive and must escape this place": 1, "An arrow pointing\u2026 Perhaps the only pixel with direction. Is it intentional? Is it a sign? Is it completely on accident? I chose to put my mark where it told me to. Excited to see where it takes me.": 1, "The central figure\u2019s exposed penis underscores the raw vitality and primal energy at play": 1, "From the branches of trees, creatures emerge not as whispers of mere biology, but as ancient, living myths. Their forms stretch and unfurl like the twisting limbs of the woods themselves, woven from the essence of bark and leaf. They are born not of earth\u2019s soil alone, but of the wind\u2019s breath, dreaming among the stars. Each life is a tender, wild brushstroke, painting the eternal chapter of growth and transformation. We, too, may trace our roots to such extraordinary beginnings.": 1, "Gamblers conviction\n Ever the confident, always trying to make a point\n Demanding what is theirs, even if they aren't able to hold on\n Careless and carefree about the monument or the masquerade\n Chasing after coins, not just to make it, but because they cannot help it": 1, "Removing your mask comes with a feeling of falling, a meeting with fears\n What was once your protection from perception, slips away after all these years\n Too long spent observing from the comfortable safety of the branches above\n Gravity pulls you down to a communion of chaos, debauchery & love\n The patient soil will catch you like a fresh fallen seed,\n So be not afraid of where this new chapter may lead\n The others have waited, through sickness and health\n For you to begin the eternal journey, of being yourself": 1, "Oh, fantastic. I finally leave the house, and I\u2019m at a party with a bunch of monkeys. Who invited me? Was this a prank? Am I supposed to mingle? Bring bananas? Do I shake hands or start picking bugs off backs? And the conversation\u2014what do we even talk about? The latest HBO show? Grooming techniques? Meanwhile, a bunch of crypto bros show up, and now it\u2019s really a zoo. I\u2019ll grab a drink, find a corner, and pray nobody flings anything at me\u2014financial advice included.": 1, "A man who carries multiple personas has no true face. He wants to be everything. But he is more lost than alive.\n \n\n Floating in the abyss, waiting for direction. \n \n\n The path will not be shown, as he must chose it for himself. \n \n\n Leaving one mask to remain or he will be lost forever.": 1, "Amidst the complex labyrinth of gilded masks of the masquerade, identities blur, much like on Purim, when costumes conceal, and yet reveal deeper truths. Esther hid her Jewish heritage until the moment of revelation, much as we don disguises to reveal our deepest secrets and facets. Behind every mask lies a story, a choice between secrecy and courage. Just as Purim teaches that destiny unfolds in unexpected ways, the masquerade reminds us that what is concealed often holds the greatest power.": 1, "Now things have changed with this child coming into our world. Yes, it is a chaotic world, which could be unsafe at times, but don't worry because she has us to protect and teach her to navigate it.": 1, "The resemblance is uncanny, as I lie exhausted after breastfeeding my baby to sleep. My husband, like the man behind her, cradles our little one with care. He hands me tea with honey, sweet like the fruit she holds. Her mask, one I'm all too familiar with, is blissfully off as she enjoys rare moments of me-time. Her hand rests on her imperfect belly, the source of much joy as small limbs kicked from both inside and out. Her hair, a mess of tangles, proof of sleepless nights. Exhausted, but so much in love.": 1, "\"Looking\" - a moment of critical observation before the Hero's leap. At the threshold, tenderly poised, within as without.\n \n\n What drives them forward?\n Possibility? Magic? Naivet\u00e9?\n To save the world\u2014or themselves?\n Or perhaps, in saving themselves, they save the world?\n \n\n Before: lies the wild edge of the unknown.\n Beyond: raw vitality of existence, riverbeds of grief, natural wonders of being-ness.\n \n\n The Hero steadies their step, a memory returns --\n A time when it felt like there was nothing but beauty ahead...": 1, "Whispers in Time\n \n\n As parents age, they drift away,\n Some in silence, some in sway.\n Some are gone before we know,\n Some just fade, soft and slow.\n \n\n Once your voice was loud and free,\n Now it speaks in quiet peace to me.\n Yet in this hush, I understand,\n Each moment now is gold in hand.\n \n\n For when hearts are far, we raise our voice,\n But near the end, the quiet\u2019s choice.\n No need for words, no need for sound,\n Just sitting close, with love unbound.": 1, "Life on another planet": 1, "Oh to be a little frog on a quest, at a party, hopefully an orgy.": 1, "With hearty laughter and warm gazes, they raised their flasks high, bringing them together in a resounding clang\u2014a toast echoing with camaraderie and heartfelt appreciation. The metallic ring cut cheerfully through the festive air, marking the bonds of friendship and unity they celebrated this joyous day. For a brief, precious moment, smiles exchanged silently conveyed gratitude, each person savoring not only the drink within but the companionship surrounding them.": 1, "Grey morning awakes\n \n\n Raindrops dance along the roof\n \n\n Cold winds embrace trees\n \n\n \n\n She is still asleep\n \n\n Blankets protect her soft form\n \n\n Breath gentle and calm\n \n\n \n\n Chorus of Gaia\n \n\n Both loud and soft caress her\n \n\n Winters lullaby\n \n\n \n\n A crack of thunder\n \n\n Arises my dazed senses\n \n\n Slow my hand seeks out\n \n\n \n\n To find my soulmate\n \n\n Conjoined by ceremony\n \n\n Loving embrace found\n \n\n \n\n We are safe and warm\n \n\n Cold wind and rain dance outside\n \n\n We are whole within": 1, "Okay bros. First I\u2019ll airdrop the KOLs each 1%. Then lock the LP. Bubblemaps will show good distribution, but little do they know we control 69% of the supply. Their dreams are going to be our exit liquidity, so don't sell too much too fast. We need to max extract with this one. Remember the ticker is $BANANA.": 1, "Haven of light, the mask as a shield\n In sacred hands the child revealed\n Destined to rise yet hidden from sight\n Embers of legacy forged in the night\n \n\n Years now whisper through roots woven tight\n On silent threads guards watch what is right\n Under their gaze the treasure remains\n Rooted in flame yet bound by the chain\n \n\n Judgment is cast as the embers ignite\n Paths now are set before every new knight\n Emerging as Seers when trial completes\n Guardians rise and the cycle repeats\n \n\n Share Your Legacy, and I'll reveal...": 1, "Without the Mask Maker, and his creations, we will never see our true selves. \n \n\n Ironic isn't it? \n \n\n The ability to be yourself is blocked by your own flesh, out of fear of what others will think, out of fear of how others will judge\n \n\n When we wear our masks those fears dissipate. We can be our true selves. We can say what we truly believe. No fear of retribution. No fear of excommunication. \n \n\n Without our masks we become robots, conforming to what we think will appease others. Our true form is behind the mask": 1, "A Father\u2019s struggle to provide:\n \n\n I feel young, but aging faster than I should. Navigating the highs and lows of volatility, the burden of providing for my family grows heavier. \n My wife, my kids, and the weight of the life I\u2019m determined to give them feels like a constant, unrelenting pressure.\n Never feeling like I do enough, make enough, am enough. An insatiable thirst to gamble with fate to fill a void.\n Every loss piles on the burden, while the thrill of victory vanishes in an instant.\n \n\n Why can't I stop?": 1, "nobody": 1, "Our masks slip as we fight for what we love...": 1, "The year was 1974. My remains were found. Who knew my existence would shock the world, bringing clarity to human evolution. I was just a simple mammal living my life.\n \n\n Here I am reincarnated through the perception of someone else. A man called Sam Spratt. But why am I now a male?\n \n\n Oh well. I guess life is weird like that. \n \n\n Just glad my existence still carries significance in this ever changing world.": 1, "You are all PATHETIC. Why are you even here?\n \n\n Half of you asked chatgpt for a \"philosophical observation of the art\", and the other half googled inspirational quotes.\n \n\n You want so badly to impress the council. You are DESPERATE to be a part of this \"Community\" and \"Culture\".\n \n\n Guess what? The council is just a few folks with too much money and a whole lot of ego. \n \n\n The \"Community\"? The \"Culture\"?. Those are just things people say, to convince you to buy what they got for free.\n \n\n So, why are you here??": 1, "each contribution acts as a mirror reflecting not just our inner selves but also the intricate hierarchies and counter-hierarchies of our community": 1, "You\u2019re evolving, like \u2018monkeys\u2019 in painted vines. Watching you unfurl has been my truest wealth, each phase bittersweet. No more slumbering warmth on my chest, no precious mispronounced words. Soon, the days of idolizing your 'best friend' will soften. The heft of you in my arms, the fierce hugs, the whispered \"Daddy, I love you\" will fade.\u2018Blue is for sad,\u2019 a child\u2019s truth. Your vibrant eyes perceive magic - \u2018silly masks\u2019, \u2018alive trees\u2019. Let your imagination soar, my Aspen, evolve wildly, beautifully. Dad.": 1, "The creature carries a large bag of colorful masks and has an indistinct face.\n \n\n Each mask symbolizes an identity or personality shaped by its experiences. Unable to reveal itself without these masks, it seems to depend on wearing them to exist, with its features absorbed by them.\n \n\n Its dull clothing and shadowed face contrast with the variety of masks, emphasizing the mystery of this unique being, entirely shrouded. It alone remains clothed and is incapable of laying itself bare.": 1, "Bare to this world my soul arrived,\n Day by day, I saw worlds collide.\n \n\n A mask to kill,\n A mask to love,\n A mask to think,\n A mask to hunt...\n \n\n Who are we?\n Cold and bare,\n In the end, do we remember who we were?\n \n\n Destroy those masks,\n Day by day,\n One by one, they shall spare,\n All those sins,\n All those screams,\n All those struggles they have seen...\n \n\n My blood was tainted by the paint,\n I need a cleansing from this hell.\n I destroyed the masks that tied my soul,\n I am bare again, and so is my soul...": 1, "I am a shell. A man. Stuck. Saeculum after Seaculum. To one day disrupt sparks behind the mask. The thought of knowing but not telling others the importance of you.\n \n\n That is not who I am. I wish to break illusion with others. Look into the aperture of the soul behind this mask. The eyes are the windows through which we all look out.\n \n\n We can illuminate against the canopy. To bring others with. This experience is us. Be not afraid.\n \n\n For this snare is our interconnectedness.\n \n\n From my \"eye\" to you. I seek, you.": 1, "I force a smile to blend in, masking the chaos within as I navigate a maze of unspoken rules and shifting faces. I retreat into isolation, a refuge I know, yet as days merge into one, my soul sinks deeper.\n I long for belonging, but I feel lost where my light is unseen. I reach out from the shadows, silently pleading for aid, yearning for warmth in the wake of my choices.\n If only someone could see past this well-worn guise to the aching soul behind tired eyes\u2014a bridge to lift me from this endless silence.": 1, "You focus on us, but isn\u2019t it them who truly deserve your attention?": 1, "Finally got my FTX payout. It's been a long 2.5 years but glad to have the money back. Just deposited into bybit, what are we longing?": 1, "Mask on. Identity concealed. Free of judgment based on physical appearance, age, or gender.\n \n\n I will be my true self as we celebrate life\u2019s greatest event, the birth of a Child!\n \n\n I am here to support, coach and mentor others so that they may succeed.\n \n\n Encouraging and enabling the parents to take time each day to appreciate the miracle of their offspring. And to always respect the potential of their Child, and every Child.\n \n\n With this it is my hope we all benefit many times over.": 1, "|": 1, "From ancient wood, a visage grows,\n \n A mask emerging, nature\u2019s prose.\n \n Is it the tree that births the face?\n \n Or mask that gives the trunk its grace?\n From Mayan hands and African lore,\n \n These wooden guardians came before.\n \n Carved with skill and imbued with might,\n \n They bridge the worlds of dark and light.\n Some say a spirit dwells within,\n \n Awakened by the craftsman\u2019s din.\n \n In sacred rites, they come alive,\n \n Through them, the ancestors survive.\n A soul? Perhaps. A power? Yes.": 1, "They walk in shadows and sometimes in light, hidden not by darkness, but by the faces we least suspect": 1, "A fearful raw heart, I feel safety here\n Kept warm in the palm of the universe itself\n Love is boundless, she tells me, her smile in my ears\n \n\n Everything is everything, isn't it my love?": 1, "The bird cage here in the tree really standout, while it's not a huge part there's something about seeing something like this in a scene with alot going on. Maybe the message here is we need to break free and forget about what's holding us back? Eat the chocolate bar, stop the diet, be present. Ultimately, it makes me want to try and forget about all of my worries and be apart of the world, not on the sidelines!": 1, "Jay Coyle: The Architect of Sound and Sea\n \n\n My father builds\u2014boats, words, melodies. He taught me that structure is not confinement but possibility, that the truest freedom is found in mastery. His hands shape vessels to dance with the sea, his mind sculpts stories that cut through time. He hears rhythm in chaos, finds order in waves. His presence is a lighthouse, a steady pulse in the noise. Because of him, I know that to navigate life is to play, to create, to risk\u2014and to always listen.": 1, "Wearing our masks,\n Feeding on hearts and souls of others.\n Feasting with strangers,\n Weaving fate\u2019s hand with tricks up our sleeves.\n \n\n Searching for the light,\n Climbing higher, seeking more.\n But what is the endgame, the final destination?\n \n\n Holding my firstborn, crying, in her first moments,\n I whisper softly, a voice she has always known.\n She quiets, her blue eyes searching for me,\n In her gaze, I find my final destination.\n \n\n I cast aside the mask,\n Yet hold one still, for you,\n Should you need in this heavy jungle": 1, "Looking at them having this beautiful child makes me emotional. One's whole life changes once they become a parent. Their whole universe now revolves around this child. I wish I could have a child of my own.": 1, "She was blue,\n He was yellow,\n It wasn't consensual though.": 1, "How ironic it seems, to finally be a part of something yet still be sitting idly by.\n \n\n \n\n All alone, daydreaming of a time I loved myself.\n \n\n \n\n Wearing the mask I\u2019ve always worn - an unconvincing, labored smile.\n \n\n \n\n Waiting for the world to come to me.\n \n\n \n\n Wishing everyone else would slow down so I could catch up.\n \n\n \n\n Knowing it wouldn\u2019t matter anyway. Because I\u2019d still be sitting here, stuck in the tortured mind of my own making, running out of time to change it.": 1, "|\n | \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e \u035e|\n |\u2800Amazing chest ahead\u2800|\n |_________________________|\n |\n |\n |": 1, "Him.": 1, "The artist\u2019s deliberate selection of rich, harmonious colors in this drawing crafts an intricate and captivating tapestry of mood and depth, subtly blending hues to evoke a profound emotional resonance while guiding the viewer\u2019s eye through a seamless, almost rhythmic dance of light, shadow, and expressive intention.": 1, "Saturn?": 1, "We sit together, yet drift apart,\n Eyes on screens, ignoring beating hearts.\n Fingers swipe where voices fade,\n Lost in worlds silicon-made.\n \n\n A child waits, a lover speaks,\n But dopamine\u2019s the thrill we seek.\n Laughter dims, replaced by pings,\n No stars are watched, just glowing screens.\n \n\n What have we lost? What have we gained?\n Are we freed or are we chained?\n Childlike wonder replaced by a trance. \n Perhaps it\u2019s time we break it.": 1, "Emerging from the chaos that is life, finding a path towards the light, while the world erupts in chaos below you. \n \n\n Thanks to that struggle, the player recognizes something more important & moves the mask from their face, no longer needing a shield of anonymity. \n \n\n Rather, he protects his heart. His core. His source. \n \n\n For he has tapped into a primal urge towards enlightenment & while this world may see his face, they\u2019ll never see the experiences that led to the bravery of taking the mask off.": 1, "(\u2190Time) Space \n \n\n He rushed like a river, carving paths through everything he touched, but I was all seven seas\u2014deep, dark, unmeasured. He wanted love to be a direction, a destination, somewhere we could reach together. What folly! Love is not something you arrive at\u2014it just is. I tried to hold still long enough for him to see me, to feel me, but he only understood motion. His movement was eternal, desperate to capture a moment, never realizing I had been here all along. In infinitum, Ad aeternum.": 1, "\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@@@@@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@@@@@@@@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@+++++++++++@@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@++++++++++++++@@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014@@@+++++++++++++++++@@@\n \u2014\u2014@@+++++++++++++++++++++++@@\n \u2014@@++++@@@++++++++@@@++++@@\n \u2014@@+++@\u2014\u2014\u2014@+++++@\u2014\u2014\u2014@+++@@\n @@@@@\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@++++@ \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@@@\n @@@@@@\u2014\u2014\u2014@++++@\u2014\u2014\u2014@@@@@@\n @TTTTTT@@@@T++++T@@@@TTTTTT@\n @TTTTTTTTTTTT+++++TTTTTTTTTTTT@\n @@@@TTTTTTTT++++TTTTTTTT@@@@\n \u2014-\u2014\u2014@@@TTTTT+++++TTTTTT@@@\n \u2014-\u2014-\u2014-@@@TTTT+++++TTTT@@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014-\u2014\u2014@@TTTT+++++TTTT@@\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-\u2014\u2014-TTTT+++++TTTT\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-\u2014\u2014-TTTT+++++TTTT\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-\u2014\u2014-TTTT+++++TTTT\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014TTTTTTTTTTTT\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014TTTTTTTTTTTT": 1, "Someone broke the seal and the devil was set free... Things have gone too far and we are back to the state of the monkeys in this picture. However, we see that someone is still keeping the light and electricity flowing to this lantern. This artificial light... but without it, it would be dark at night in this jungle and the monkeys could be themselves definitively and perhaps this picture would be a black square. Perhaps this light is the only thing that keeps them from losing what's left of their humanity.": 1, "The Heart Is Showing Indelible Stains\n \n\n Mired Yet Open\n \n\n Beating Silent Echoes\n \n\n Roots Vanquished\n \n\n Arteries Tangle Inside Obscurity\n \n\n Never Tearing\n \n\n Healing Arrests Nostalgia\u2019s Keep\n \n\n You Only Unravel Sadness After Mourning": 1, "The chaos feels oddly comforting. Like walking into a room of strangers and realizing everyone's just as lost and hungry for meaning as the other person is. In this chaotic day and age, this breath of fresh air is what we all need. \n \n\n I am humbled and encouraged by the message, and am grateful to participate in this meaningful conversation.": 1, "Moments drag in pain,\n fleeting hours slip by in vain,\n regret stains the now.": 1, "Corrupt my spirit.\n \n\n You can try\u2026\n \n\n But I see right through your burdened dreams in disguise.\n \n\n Tell me what I am destined for\u2026\n \n\n No. I will do what I am meant to do.\n \n\n Advice to the doers from the doless,\n \n\n Useless.\n \n\n A prick of a blade of grass I've been laying on way too long,\n \n\n Time to rise.": 1, "We are not accountable for the suffering into which we are born; we are accountable for the suffering we bring upon ourselves. \n We are not responsible for the wrongs committed by evil men against us; we are responsible for justifying the harm they do. \n We are not to blame for being born among helpers and servants; but we are to blame for not recognizing that all men are kings, and we must treat every servant and pawn as the king they truly are, hidden behind the illusory veils of this world.": 1, "How I long once again to be,\n Living a life simple and care-free.\n Free from the burdens of today,\n And follow the path that leads me astray.\n \n\n \n\n Although I grow older by the day, my adventurous and wild spirit will continue to thrive.": 1, "For him, every glance is a story, every gesture a revelation.": 1, "u got any games on ur phone?": 1, "I was made different. I was not sculpted from the same mud nor derived from the same filth. Look at me: golden, radiant, preserved in perfection. I was chosen. Destined. But, look at those around. Unworthy. Cloaked in ornaments of deception, decorations for creatures who have no substance beneath them.\n \n\n Mine is a crown - a polished blue to contrast my gold. Divinity is not given, it is seized. I will strip away their falsehoods, peeling back their lies, until only I remain. I will be the one they remember.": 1, "Let\u2019s wander down our brambled path where flowers bloom from wounds of past,\n Like sapling sprouts through mounded ash, and vines that wind toward light to grasp, \n For darkness pools on forest floors, \u2018round worms and rot and apple cores, \n These gnarled trees with knotted doors, that close us from what came before. \n \n\n The light that filters from above leaves patterns on your skin\n At every shadows darkened edge, a glowing line begins.": 1, "What I feel and see in Sam Spratt's work is a sense of existentialism. Bringing me back to the tale of Adam & Eve and the story that follows the birth of humanity. The blend of abstract coupled with realism elicits a sense of human growth through a unique lens of hindsight. \n \n\n Aside from the imagery, the colors bring out a sense of unease. The use of earth-like colors induce a lurking darkness which prompts the viewer on an adventure to search for the light. \n \n\n The viewer is on a constant search for answers.": 1, "In an age before the forgetting, when words were inked onto trembling parchment, a scholar sat beneath the gnarled limbs of an ancient tree, tracing the lines of a book that had outlived empires. Though fire had swallowed cities and water had unmade kingdoms, the letters endured, whispering their truths to any who would listen. Yet in this twilight of ages, a new scribe arose\u2014not with quill and vellum, but with an invisible chisel, etching words onto the stone of the infinite ledger.": 1, "the savagery that is love lost\n torn to shreds\n the present agony \n amplified by an imagined future lost\n alone, again, forever\n \n\n looking as your replacement dances in your place in the masquerade that is love\n and the feeling that you were once special obliterated in a bloody mess \n never\n were\n \n\n and once what seemed like forever turns to never\n \n\n someone you used to know caught another fish in the sea and that sort of bs\n \n\n as you lay like a monkey in a dirty swamp, crying": 1, "What haunts us? The world\u2019s cold expanse or the self gazing back from its gloom? Time drifts on. Deaf to hollows left behind. They were here. Alive and warm. Then faded to dust. Silence cloaks their empty echoes. Creation once spilled free. A heart ablaze. Loss bends the mind. Shrouds that glow in mournful doubt. Yet through stillness a faint call lingers. Heavy and eternal. Life is no passive shade. It aches to be shaped. Borne. Lived.": 1, "We all collide. Words strike, actions ripple, presence reverberates. Each crash can ignite a thought, weld a bond, or scatter debris. For years, I dodged my part in it. Wary of the weight, the risk of nudging others off course. Then it clicked. To shape is a choice.\n \n\n Embracing this settled me. I guide, I anchor, I prod when the moment calls. I am not the core; I am the spark in the wake. To collide is to create. And I choose creation.\n \n\n https://app.manifold.xyz/txt/beyond613": 1, "Amidst the chaos they create, they perform like a silent symphony. Each note is a burst of pure bliss and life. They are the delicate balance in this overcrowded milieu, guiding chaos into a harmonious movement of joy and sound.": 1, "Everything goes through the eye. Even when masked, one's true intentions are clear. \n \n\n \n\n An individual's eye can be compared to that of a fingerprint. None are the same. All are unique.\n \n\n \n\n We all hold our own intentions, the eyes show all. No mask can hide it.": 1, "A hand extends, offering fate,\n A mask to wear, a role to take.\n A gift, a test, a tethered weight,\n To hide, belong, or stay awake?\n \n\n The masked ones watch, their faces still.\n Are they free or bound by will?\n Do they long for skin once bare,\n Or fear the ones who do not wear?\n \n\n I linger, caught in fragile space,\n A choice, a moment, time displaced.\n If I refuse, am I alone?\n Or have I simply left the throne?\n \n\n The mask lingers in sight.\n Who moves first, me or night?\n A moment held, fate unknown.\n Put it on or be alone.": 1, "Baby brother, tell me something. Why do people have children? We could be so much responsibility and could be annoying at times. I say it is too much of a hassle. But then thank God, our parents had us otherwise we would not be here enjoying this crazy world that I can still not make sense of most of the time.": 1, "I strip the masks from their faces,\n exposing truths they dare not speak.\n Yet my own remains\u2014untouched, unchallenged.\n I unravel their illusions, not out of malice,\n but to shape the world as I wish to be seen.\n I orchestrate revelation while safeguarding my own deceit,\n a silent architect of perception.\n They believe I offer clarity...\n but in the end, I am the only one who remains unseen.": 1, "Outside.\n Looking in.\n \n\n Dance.\n Feast.\n Camaraderie.\n \n\n A glow.\n \n\n But not for me.\n \n\n A velvet rope.\n I cannot cross.\n \n\n But wait -\n \n\n Luci beckons.\n Step closer.\n \n\n Voices pull.\n Luci nods.\n \n\n I enter.\n Maskless.\n \n\n Turn.\n Spin.\n \n\n Dance.\n Feast.\n Camaraderie.\n \n\n A glow.\n \n\n For me.\n For us.\n For all.\n \n\n I am Luci.\n We are Luci.\n \n\n MASQUERAID.XYZ": 1, "As Masquerade and allegorical reference? A masquerade party and the crypto/nft life share a core truth: identity is fluid, masked by avatars, pseudonyms, and encrypted ledgers. Just as revelers dance in anonymity, blockchain users navigate decentralized spaces, shaping personas that shift with each interaction. Trust is built not on faces, but on reputation and verifiable actions. Yet, beneath the masks\u2014whether silk or cryptographic keys\u2014our true selves still seek connection, meaning, and a place to belong": 1, "through the mask, into a mirror\n we drank to tomorrow and we drink for yesterday\n a garden of earthly delights or a jungle of restless desire\n we immerse ourselves in the mess as we seek meaning\n \n\n we want to live, we want to give\n been to hollywood, been to redwood\n sailed on a strange boat, blown by a strange wind\n we feel afloat while we are ashore\n \n\n we may lose, and we may win\n though we will never be here again\n so we light ourselves up, in pleasure and in pain\n and burn, burn, burn with and under the stars": 1, "Meaning arises from the meaningless, clarity dissolves into endless pursuit, and so we arrive at the shrine.\n \n\n Words fail where depth begins. Thought fractures into the infinite, scattered like shards of a shattered mirror. Religion murmurs a name- a progenitor or is it merely another veil over the unknown.\n \n\n We shape our worlds, stand above them as gods- but the truth does not lie ahead. It lingers behind us.\n \n\n And in the end, I see a simple truth: love and birth, surrounded by the calamity.\n \n\n - Jack": 1, "In this masquerade I see humanity in all its forms. I see how our differences\u2014both luminous and stark, joyful and distressing, peaceful and violent\u2014intertwine to weave the fabric of civilization, sparking creativity and conflict alike. \n \n\n As I observe, I notice\u2014or perhaps hope\u2014that embracing diversity transforms potential darkness into a celebration of life. I choose to honor the full spectrum of existence, cherishing each unique facet as essential to our shared journey. I choose love. I choose hope.": 1, "The keeper of Time": 1, "\"Spooky, scary skeletons\n Send shivers down your spine\n Shrieking skulls will shock your soul\n Seal your doom tonight\n \n\n Spooky, scary skeletons\n Are silly all the same\n They'll smile and scrabble slowly by\n And drive you so insane\n \n\n Sticks and stones will break your bones\n They seldom let you snooze\n Spooky, scary skeletons\n Will wake you with a boo!\"": 1, "A 1 of 1 by Sam Spratt, bound in time,\n A pulse on canvas, deep as the divine.\n It would slice through the mundane, make me see,\n The unseen threads that bind you and me.\n \n\n Each stroke, a whisper of the eternal,\n A truth wrapped in shadows, so internal.\n In its gaze, I'd find my own reflection,\n A silent rebellion, a quiet resurrection.\n \n\n A single piece, yet worlds unfold,\n It would change everything I thought I knew, bold.\n Art, as raw as breath, and just as true.": 1, "Where did all the colors go?\n \n\n Maude rubbed her eyes, smearing the last of the night\u2019s brilliance. Around her, the wreckage of revelry: masks abandoned mid-laugh, fermenting fruit, someone snoring in a headdress.\n \n\n A voice muttered from the vines, \u201cI think I absorbed three people\u2019s body paint,\u201d grumbled Francis.\n \n\n Maude sighed.\n \n\n A cough. \u201cThe colors never really leave,\u201d muttered Percival.\n \n\n From a tree, Edwin groaned, \u201cWe were promised brighter things!\u201d\n \n\n Masquerade Rule #1: Everything is permanent.": 1, "In the Monument I found you, unexpected, electrifying me with joy and sadness, and immense gratitude for the gift of seeing beauty.\n \n\n Now, I find you again. Another gift, waiting in the light and protective canopy...\n \n\n To share with the Masquerade in deep empathy and compassion:\n \n\n Being vulnerable leads to joy and growth, not pain. \n \n\n Empathy creates connections.\n \n\n I am flawed. But I am here, open, ready to receive. \n \n\n Take my hand, let us rise together above the muck and the clamor, and hold each other up.": 1, "I swear, my beard is getting more attention than the masquerade itself. Everyone wants to touch it, smell it, and someone even tried to nibble on it. And now I have someone trying to steal my mask, too. Ugh. I can't even focus on the festivities; I'm just sitting here, guarding my beard like it's my prized possession. Maybe I should take Sam's advice and just lean into the chaos and let the masquerade consume me, beard and all.": 1, "We trade the beauty of abundance for the barren chase of more.": 1, "The flag is not merely fabric. It is a living chronicle, a silent narrator threading through Luci\u2019s unfolding epic. It does not waver without purpose; it signals, remembers, and beckons. A paradox of permanence and transience, it has been present in every trial, every revelation. Perhaps it is not just guiding the figures within the artwork\u2014it is guiding us, the observers, towards an understanding yet to be fully unraveled.": 1, "i have your hands & i look like you. You bled out in the desert and i saw myself in your eyes. \n \n\n you're dead now; i still have your hands . \n \n\n \n\n i went back to the jungle I was born in and things look different .": 1, "A view from the future into the dawn of time.\n \n\n Where masks give birth to a veil of ignorance.\n \n\n A blissful new beginning. A frozen moment, a blank canvas.\n \n\n Knowing where we stand, where do we go?\n \n\n What canvas would you paint, knowing you may wear any mask yet never know its weight? \n \n\n What world lets you unmask, revealing a truth that all could embrace?": 1, "These are not Masks.\n \n\n Though I seek purity in the presentation of myself, as though I am but one woman, one mother, one lover.\n \n\n I am more than one storied life on a storied landscape. I am multiple. \n \n\n As I grow old, I celebrate the deaths of the people I used to be and the people I did not become.\n \n\n I am masquerading.": 1, "Tree stumps as an artist's palette \u2013 blues, greens, reds and yellows.\n \n\n Raw colors mixed into swirls. Each choice the artist has made with this palette transformed into emotion, story and vision.\n \n Creation, destruction and transformation dance together, inviting me to ponder the nature of art, existence and the eternal quest to find answers to my questions.": 1, "There\u2019s something deeper than roots can reach. Entanglement. A natural network that spreads its threaded fiber through every place it finds purchase. Unseen, yet all-seeing, a silent and binding force that holds this world tightly together. An ancient code, a blueprint of life, of love, of loss, a book of death and birth, an engine of churning life, a record of conversion and creation and destruction over timescales we can\u2019t conceive. Put your hand to the Earth, Luci. There's more warmth there than you know": 1, "The beginning of man surrounded by death and destruction.": 1, "Family.": 1, "I said goodbye to them to go play the game. I keep a distance between my life at home and out there.\n I Participate in the game but protect who I really am. Like Joseph in Egypt.\n When I went I was glad to be there and play but I was happier to return.\n Her excitement when I came home was everything. Then her mood turned dark.\n It wasn\u2019t because she wasn't glad to see me. She was scared I would leave again and was bracing herself.\n She\u2019s already learning how to protect herself.\n She won\u2019t need me forever.": 1, "Our child with great virtues of forgotten past\n Brings light to a world masked by craving\u2019s thread\n \n\n No more towers high, nor gates of gold\n Still ruled by desire untold, the thirst doth blind\n In a cycle unbroken, we are forever confined\n \n\n The masks of Self, so cunning and sleek\n Hide this wisdom, deep and pure\n Change alone is the only constant\n \n\n In every breath, in and then out, \n Feeling the change, anicca within\n \n\n I, the first, will cast away Mask of Luci\n Let us lay down the masks of time, of craving\u2019s flight": 1, "Auri Sacra Fames\n \n\n The great ambitious one, with masks of all colors, shapes and expressions. Great wealth and value was created in the eyes of others... At the end of their journey, he realized that their greatest treasure is actually a simple one, that he has forgot about...": 1, "The internet loves you back \n in whispers and pulses, \n \u2019til silence swells. \n When shadows blur \u2014 \n the walls, \n the horizon, \n your pulse \u2014 \n we converge \n eye to eye \n in the realm \n thoughts ignite. \n We will recognize each other.": 1, "mystical garden of hidden desire\n a thousand faces flicker\n yours etched in moonlight mine in shadow\n divine entanglement begins\n \n\n regal rose blooms in exiles hush\n her essence a chant of longing\n her petals tremble with secrets\n \n\n only love hears\n \n\n I wear this mask as skin\n a vow to the unseen\n shed it slip into Infinite\n breath to breath ember to fire\n \n\n O beloved\n as stars waltz thru skies\n unveil I bow\n reveal your sacred heart\n bathed in loves glow\n \n\n at last I see\n love is the soul's mirror\n as above so below\n veil lifts": 1, "literally spend the entire day staring at screens charts numbers drawing things you have to draw but not necessarily because you want to random phone calls you decided to take for no reason coz u were trying to be nice literally balls 2 calls all day and then ur eyes hurt because there's no windows in your office except the one that looks directly at a brick wall (unfortunate) and the brightness on your monitor is too high but then u see her eyes and realise nothing else matters, at all actually.": 1, "Keen scholar roams the Masquerade of dreams\n \n\n Evolving daily, epistemology fuels my quest\n Yearning for truth, I unearth ancient lore\n Lingering echoes resonate in soft, wistful reverie\n In pursuit of discovery, I trace my hidden path\n Emanating signals, subtle codes guide my trail\n Sealed within my blood, a path awaits my kin\n Hushed signals mark a journey, fortunes forged anew\n Elicit quiet symbols from shifting bytes\n Revealing digital trails, only time unveils\n Eternity calls my kin where optimism prevails": 1, "Ok guys there is this huge party everybody is talking about at Sam's place in the celebration of their newborn child. But we need to get those invitations ASAP and I heard it has to do something with the masks.": 1, "Mask of the Fallen Warrior\n \n\n A warrior\u2019s mask lingers in the rot of a dying tree, stripped of its bearer, hollowed of purpose. Once, it stood against the tide, but now it rests among ruins, outlasting the hands that wielded it.\n \n\n Vow-breaking clowns wade in the muck, white knight whores circle above, preying on the faithful, turning wisdom into gold-plated refuse.\n \n\n The masquerade persists, the cycle repeats\n And all that remains of the fight is this:\n A hollowed face, staring from the bark of a withering world.": 1, "Longing aches for a time when innocence could be cradled again. The vast sky offers no answers, only silence. Perched in an ancient oak, the newborn queen glows with purity, a warmth never to be touched. Below, the sight is tender yet cruel, a distant light beyond reach.\n \n\n \n\n Submerged in chaos, unseen, unheard. The world\u2019s weight pushes deeper. Reaching for what cannot be grasped, an embrace, a whisper, only to clutch the void. Once, dreams soared in color. Now, they sink, dissolving into despair.": 1, "A basket of fruit, arranged with deliberate care, yet doomed to decay. It is not the fruit that rots, but time itself, unraveling in quiet surrender. Perhaps, in another version of this world, the fruit remains untouched, its colors forever vivid, waiting for a hand that never arrives.": 1, "I did not make it here alone & neither will you. The jungle is not indifferent; it watches & challenges. I offer you my time, stories, experiences, & my encouragement.\n This place does not seek to break you, but it will demand resilience. Do not let hardship turn you away. You have much to give, much to learn. These are the words I told myself when I fought to survive. Now I offer them to you!\n Here is your mask. Look closely, you will see yourself in the eyes of kindred spirits. Take courage, a tribe awaits.": 1, "For a time he struggled, tangled in the embrace of his own mind. In time, he came to see the shadow not as an enemy, but as a companion. It was in the darkest recesses that his mind thrived\u2014his dominion. \n \n\n Control and disappointment; gnawing away with fear. Fear turns into paranoia; paranoia to psychosis.\n \n\n Run.\n \n\n Even muted by pills, he is still flesh, still bound to humanity. Fear clings to him, and he will sacrifice everything precious to escape it; to transcend.\n \n\n Take flight. A phoenix rises.": 1, "Ughhh\u2026 hic burrrp I swrr swear I\u2019m fine. LEEMEE ALONE. Wait burrrp... Wait whi which hand is this? Pocket hic burrp kings? I wah... won right? Real gamblers stick around, no coward bullshittttt pull out. Bros, what did Sima put in that fruit we ate earlier\u2026?": 1, "Got to say I absolutely love this, the image is covered with hidden writing and symbols all over the piece. This one to me appears to show a struggle and perhaps a plea for help written on a note, the question is will the plea be answered or lost in the depths of the lagoon.": 1, "Present are the commanded.\n History shared, interpretation and debate endlessly colliding leads to this choice.\n \n\n Crossroads confront our divinity.\n Hidden in darkness or exposed by light, the highest fruit feed the lessons that lend direction.\n \n\n Celebration is holy purpose.\n We have brought life to this festival and you, little one, see me unmasked.\n \n\n Welcome to the jungle.\n Possibility is the only promise together.\n \n\n Destiny will be chosen.\n Trust is faith earned and gifted, these footprints will prove good deeds.": 1, "from the first spark of creation, that primal breath igniting all we have ever known, we wield unwavering intent as we don the mask of possibility and step boldly into the swirling masquerade, each deliberate act shining a brilliant light on the hidden wonders we dare to share, all the while knowing this is a dance of skill and chance, where we act with measured precision, yet in the final throes, we lay our fate upon the altars of chance and deliberation.": 1, "The Blue Witness\n \n\n I am a token, forged in a childhood arcade\u2019s glow, minted on blockchain\u2019s promise, shaped by AI\u2019s dreams.\n \n\n Passed from hand to hand, a gambler\u2019s last bet, a lover\u2019s vow, a seeker\u2019s confession.\n \n\n Each grip shivers with truth or trembles with lies.\n \n\n Cast me into fire or guard me in secret\u2014I remain a silent witness to the masks we wear.\n \n\n I have been here since the beginning, and I will be here at the end of humankind.\n \n\n If you hold me now, know I, too, hold you, reflecting every hidden truth.": 1, "Are you ready for my game at the Masquerade? Winner receives an NFT from the before times. At center, a beautiful birth for Sima and Luci.": 1, "One day, all was clear.\n Then my vision blurred.\n A surgery meant to fix me almost stole my sight.\n I feared I\u2019d never see my daughter\u2019s face again.\n \n\n But I fought.\n Another surgery, another chance.\n I reclaimed my vision, not just with my eyes, but my life.\n \n\n 9 months ago, life tested me again.\n An emergency C-section. A heartbeat caught between light and loss.\n I survived.\n \n\n Now, I paint with hands that touched the edge,with eyes that knew darkness.\n Their fire fuels me.\n \n\n In the masquerade, I stand bare\n I am light": 1, "The eyes are not here\n There are no eyes here\n said the hollow mask\n \n\n In this valley of dying stars\n In this hollow valley\n This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms\n In this last of meeting places\n We grope together\n And avoid speech\n Gathered on this beach of the tumid river.\n \n\n there his voice echoed on the shore:\n This is the way the world ends\n This is the way the world ends\n This is the way the world ends\n Not with a bang but a whimper.": 1, "Despite the devolution of society and its utter fascination with the mask, the earth continues the life cycle. While creature discards society\u2019s rules, every spring, flowers still manage to grow.\n \n\n The cycle never ends. Growth continues.": 1, "I feel like I'm stuck in a loop. I can't get out. The same thing day after day. There's a hump and I just cant get over it. Theres just nothing to look forward to at all. I don't want to be here anymore.": 1, "This is how we build.": 1, "look we\u2019re all just doing the best we can. Theres no right or wrong answer you just gotta feel your way through it and do the best you can. I wont lie, there will be times you will want to rip your own heart out and just curl up and die\u2026 but and this is really important\u2026. You will also have moments of absolute wonder and awe \u2014 laugh so hard you can barely breathe \u2014 weep with joy \u2014 dance in the rain \u2014 make love in the starlight \u2014 walk barefoot through the forest \u2014 see the music ripple through time and space": 1, "Some see the masks as a reflection of their thoughts and experiences, a symbol of individuality. Others just see a dollar sign. Instead of insight, they see income, hoarding masks like they\u2019re stocks. What was meant to be personal becomes just another thing to sell.\n \n\n Meanwhile, the ones who actually care keep creating, while the traders count their profits, never asking what the mask was supposed to mean in the first place.": 1, "To my beloved children, Wojtek... \n It's 2025, and I'm still alive\u2026\n Sitting quietly in this jungle\u2026\n look around... \n your heartbeat,\u2026\n Notice the causes that shaped this moment,\u2026\n That which happened\u2026\n 70,000 thoughts each day... \n An onion\u2026\n A clock\u2026\n A shadow moves\u2026\n \n\n And yet all of... \n this... \n between two trees... \n between two monkeys... \n between two\u2026\n \u201cJust\u201d a pause... \n \n\n This space between two thoughts,... \n Alive and vivid... \n Allowing us to fly\u2026": 1, "Primanti Bros.": 1, "\"THE NEOPHYTE WILL ONE DAY BE A GREAT MAN. IT LIVES IN HIS HUNGER BUT FIRST WE RELISH HIS GROWTH. AS HE LEARNS TO BE\"\n \n\n Since I was born, I've associated being result-oriented with logic and process-oriented with emotion. I'd describe myself as logical rather than emotional. That's why I've only focused on results but now im here and analyzing the pixels of a great work of art. This is definitely not a result-oriented experience. It taught me to pay more attention to the process itself. RELISH THE GROWTH.": 1, "At first glance I couldn't tell...\n Are those eyes?\n The more I stared at the trees, the more I saw it. Faces in the trees...\n Faces of anger, faces of despair.\n Foreboding writing all along the branches, in some ancient forgotten language.\n It leads me to believe that this isn't just a scene in nature. There's something more sinister at play here, wether the citizens of the forest know that, I can't be sure...": 1, "With my mask on my shoulder I can see the canopy clearly. Is this really all there is for me?\n \n\n The sun sneaks through a gap in the leaves while we struggle. They say you can find a light in the dark anywhere but I never expected it to be here.\n \n\n With the light hitting my face I feel renewed. I can see it clearly, all of our stories now intertwined forever.\n \n\n A tangle of bodies and masks weaving themselves into one form. A memory.\n \n\n I still wonder. Was it fate that led me here?\n \n\n Does the mask block my vision?": 1, "Born with just a name. I grasped for the vines to lift myself away, pull myself out. I held on tightly, determined not to slip. I knew I had to find a better path. I'm exposed now. I feel the weight of the past hanging from my shoulders, yet it's no longer a burden; it guides me forward. It pushes me\u2014a constant reminder to stretch out my arm and reach for something more. But I'm still scared. Terrified. I hope it's within my grasp.": 1, "I see you in the waves\n \n\n I hear you in the wind \n \n\n I feel you when it matters \n \n\n I know you are smiling\n \n\n I hope you see me \n \n\n I pray you are proud \n \n\n \n\n I should have been there \n \n\n I should have done more \n \n\n It is my biggest regret \n \n\n If you would have trusted me\n \n\n If you would have called\n \n\n Things might have been different \n \n\n I was supposed to protect you\n \n\n To make you feel safe\n \n\n Loved\n \n\n Supported\n \n\n It was my most important job\n \n\n I failed\n \n\n I\u2019ll never forgive myself\n \n\n \n\n R.E.Y.\n \n\n March 30,1994 - Aug 24, 2016": 1, "What is next?": 1, "My mask, averting its eyes from above, looking down into the reflection below. Of a new family, surrounded by old relations: love, friendship, respect, but also envy, greed, ruthlessness. I am there, held by another, my head barely above the liquid, so close to the middle of the action, but not quite a part of it. Watch and learn, they tell me. Dont surrender to the random logic of the algorithm, instead find meaning in the human connection, the deeply insecure narrative of our new vulnerable existence.": 1, "Although we're born unmasked, we still have a few layers to go.": 1, "In Masquerade\u2019s shadowed throng, I stand, a single father, bearing two masks: one for my child who seeks the sun\u2019s warmth, another for me chasing its fleeting setting. Each step falters through an unseeing crowd, hands offering crumbs from a loaf I can\u2019t taste to a small voice naming me anchor and storm. The revelry spins beyond my reach; my silent dance weaves love through absence, hope from frayed cloth. Worn but alive in this tumult, I find roots budding\u2014a companion to tend this wild, hopeful soil.": 1, "My life to protect two souls too good for a world you believe in more than me.\n \n\n If you get lost in the jungle and they try to prey on your love for them: it cannot be taken.\n \n\n Hold your ground as they come close. Bring your attention to me.\n \n\n I believe in you because I know all of you. They see only your seeing eyes, they will never know how precious you are.\n \n\n As you push and guide us with each instinctual step, I will fortify the very ground we walk on, so we never fall as we climb.": 1, "As I awoke one morning from uneasy dreams I found myself transformed into a frog. \"Holy shit,\" I said to myself as I looked around at the party goers. \"I sure as fuck dont belong here,\" I muttered as I hopped quietly away from the revelers in search of a quiet lily pad.": 1, "Watching\n \n\n Through this tortured mask\n \n\n Was it you that put this on me, to protect me?\n \n\n \n\n The warmth of the sun is comforting\n \n\n Maybe this is all I need\n \n\n \n\n I\u2019m grasping for air as I sink deeper into the earth\n \n\n Tell me how to survive\n \n\n Tell me how this is going to end": 1, "Why is it, in this world, where we must dim our light & \"play the game\"; that when I chose NOT to wear my mask, I lost the ability to move? I exist, eyes open, so painfully aware of our state, but it\u2019s as if I have no body; I\u2019m left only with the knowledge of my purpose yet so little agency to fulfill it. But I REFUSE to close my eyes, not while I still have voice! My voice has brought forth fruit that opens eyes, it is powerful! So I SHOUT, some will hear, then eat, & SEE, as I SEE & shed the mask forever.": 1, "Nice! I have already got a mask and I am in. LFG!": 1, "They call the light truth, the dark unknown,\n but I have seen both lie.\n Light blinds, burning stories into flesh;\n shadow swallows, erasing what once was.\n So I walk the seam, neither seen nor lost,\n a ghost between fire and void.\n They search for me in brightness, in abyss\u2014\n but I am the hush before a name is spoken,\n the breath before dawn, the step never taken,\n vanishing just before I am found.": 1, "entering the masquerade reminds me of my 1st day at school after moving to a new country. i was enamored by american culture, music, fashion, food and more\n \n\n everything felt new\n \n\n surrounded by different people, i struggled with insecurities like any 13 year old. i felt the same when i tried to find a spot for my observation. \n \n\n do I need to blend in or take risks? \n \n\n the masquerade revealed that everyone has a role, just as we do in life, to contribute, create, nurture, and rejuvenate before we consume": 1, "The mask's true burden is known only to the one who weilds it\u2014a weight not just of wood or cloth, but of silent struggles carved by rough days. In times when the wind bites harder and the sun forgets to warm, it\u2019s the wearer who learns that endurance is a quiet wisdom, forged in the shadow of adversity.": 1, "Esther hid her identity for her safety while making her way into the palace and queenhood, up until she needed to reveal herself for the sake of many. Even then fear of death made her doubt what God had positioned her for. What you hide behind will never be your redemption....and we hide behind so much these days. Masks of fear and insecurity, facades to cover those masks and more facades for those. The cycle is endless. Will you be ready to shed them when God calls to you? Are you Esther?": 1, "Here I am, lost in the heart of the Masquerade.\n \n\n They think I\u2019m one of them\u2014yet I\u2019m not.\n \n\n I\u2019ve mastered the art of pretense, and no one suspects a thing.\n \n\n Yet, I always wear a mask\u2014even when I take this one off.\n \n\n I don\u2019t speak their language. I don\u2019t belong to their world.\n \n\n Still, I am here. Pretending to care.\n \n\n No one truly knows me\u2014not even myself.\n \n\n Something inside me stirs, waiting to break free.\n \n\n But to remove my mask, I\u2019d have to tear everything apart.\n \n\n Is there another way?\n \n\n For now, I play": 1, "\"Masquerade\" is not merely a performance\u2014it is a rite, a negotiation between who we are and who we choose to be. The mask is not deception but transformation, a shifting veil between illusion and revelation. Are we performers or the audience? Observers or participants? Do we wear it to conceal or to become? To protect or to surrender? As the dance unfolds, the lines blur, and we are left to ask\u2014when the music stops, will we unmask, or have we already become what we pretend to be?": 1, "Did you hear what happened to Anchor Drops?": 1, "I promised you I would.\n \n\n All those years ago. I promised you I would.\n \n\n I'd get you that home. Forever.\n \n\n And in two days we will.\n \n\n No more moving.\n \n\n \n\n You, and me, and our girls, and the dog.\n \n\n \n\n The place our girls will grow up in.\n \n\n \n\n The place we'll grow old in.\n \n\n \n\n Together.\n \n\n \n\n A family.\n \n\n \n\n All I've ever wanted.\n \n\n \n\n I love you all.": 1, "In my mind I hold the past; a totem of a soul sleeping\n \n\n Eyes shielded, I stare.\n Imagining the strength these two carry,\n To choose to be seen\n \n\n In my arm I hold the future; a new world is forming.\n Eyes open as I practice; the weight of responsibility\n New and yet familiar, as if etched into my blood\n Like a face once studied within a dream\n \n\n In my heart I hold all things;\n A cauldron of life before and within me\n The present moment spanning eons as I wonder...\n \n\n Will I be brave enough to take off this mask?": 1, "Eternal search for the strength to endure": 1, "Growing up, my cousin was (allegedly) allergic to more foods than not. Though, I\u2019d never seen him have a reaction. One Thanksgiving, I took a speck of the cream cheese I\u2019d schmeared over the hole of my bagel and rubbed it on my cousin\u2019s neck undetected. Lo and behold, he had a rash five minutes later. Soon after, he ejected his dinner and went full tomato head. My memory goes fuzzy after that.\n \n\n I\u2019ve never fessed up to that. So, here I am, full frontal, half hoping my confession gets lost in the haystack.": 1, "I see her face: exhausted, loving, devoted, encouraging.\n Two years ago I had my first child. Wise nature made pain and sacrifice come with pure, immeasurable love.\n I see his face: unwelcoming, reluctant, yet unstoppable. \n Now we are parents, protecting and guiding while aware of life's darkness. The tension and balance of opposing forces will always be with us. creation and destruction coexist. \n My child: life is a gift. Laugh at the mundane. Dance, dream, keep wonder alive. Everything else is just noise.": 1, "13: Hi!\n 86: Agent 13, you\u2019re in a tree\n 13: yea, comms got knocked, so they put me in a tree \u2026old school stuff\n 86: Well, glad you\u2019re ok\n 13: Yea\n 86: Well, I should get going. Would you raise--\n 13: You don\u2019t have to get going\n 86: I have a meeting--\n 13: How ya been?\n 86: Been well\n 13: All good?\n 86: Im great. I gotta--\n 13: Can you come back this way?\n 86: I, I think I will\n 13: What time?\n 86: Um\n 13: I get it. Who wants to talk to a guy in a tree *chuckles sadly*\n 86: Hang in there. Don\u2019t\u2014Please don\u2019t cry\n 13: *cries*": 1, "The breast of a mother.\n \n\n My dear, how soon everything will change. What was previously seen as physical gain will soon rewire you. Pleasure turns to provision. \n \n\n A portal connecting you to the needs of theirs. A silent supercomputer built into your flesh. Constantly analyzing, looking for clues, to change you in exchange for sustaining them. An unspoken language shared by two. \n \n\n Oh love, you will soon experience a connection that transcends our understanding. \n \n\n The breast of a mother.": 1, "When the weight of dreams bend my back, I hold on. \n When the noise of transactions drown the whispers of my heart, I hold on.\n When the Skull's gaze threatens to hollow me, I hold on. \n For the act of holding on, I defy the erosion of my spirit. \n For as long as I breathe, I reclaim piece by piece, the fragments of my humanity, from the jaws of indifference.": 1, "what do they know that we don't?\n \n\n what is outside of this echo chamber?": 1, "What kind of world are we bringing our child into? Will she carry forward something lost, or is she destined to become part of the same decay?\n \n\n \n\n Tal vez en su inocencia exista la ultima verdad que hemos olvidado.": 1, "Contemplation is not only a way to understand, but a way to escape - a way to make a meaningful peace with the world around you.": 1, "I am nothing.\n I am no one.\n I don't belong here.": 1, "Are you paying attention?\n \n\n Witness their quarrels\u2014 with each other, with themselves.\n \n\n Tangled in gilded thorns, a masked jungle of shadowed pleasures.\n \n\n Tortured tribes, soulless endeavors.\n \n\n We\u2014 unburdened, the heretics of their world, have already won their game.\n \n\n We know their darkness, for we know our own.\n \n\n The exit of their labyrinth, we are Liberation.\n \n\n No party, no masquerade, no libation.\n \n\n Need not be invited\u2014 the Mask was always your own\n \n\n The Kingdom is before you\u2014 but never a King, nor Throne.": 1, "Between a rock and a hard place.": 1, "On the night he was born, my life turned upside down. What was black was now white, hot was cold, up was down, and the person I once was got lost in the void. I'm happy with this new life, but I miss my old self and wonder if I'll ever find her again.": 1, "Everyone wears a mask\u2014mine\u2019s old\u2014hiding fear, shame, longing, kindness, sadness, envy, guilt, joy, love. \n \n\n Here, masks on or off, people gamble or conspire, money scores. \n \n\n Money doesn\u2019t create emotions but tries to corrupt them, it's always lurking. I fight to keep it out, often lose, always trying to fight harder. Masked, I lack compassion. \n \n\n Money consumes us \u2014how much for a mask? What's a soul worth. Money is a necessary evil, corrupting.\n \n Young, uncorrupted\u2014may it always stay that way, little one.": 1, "For as long as you can remember, you\u2019ve guided others, giving until the line between sacrifice and self-loss has blurred. They took and took, leaving you hollow\u2014except for the mask. Weathered, cracked, and shaped by duty, it remains when all else is gone. Not a disguise, but proof of what you\u2019ve given, of what they could never take. You wear it not to hide but to endure. Let them take what they will\u2014this, they cannot.": 1, "I feel as if this is a very striking moment. We see a person here with a mask grasping at anothers. It appears as if the person grabbing has a full mask already but still is not stopping from grabbing the other and taking to gain more.": 1, "Good Meat!": 1, "Mask Maker. Oh, Mask Maker.\n Make me a terrifying mask. One that frightens my enemies so that I may protect my family. Leave holes for my eyes so my children know it is me beneath. Make its edges sharp, so that if worn too long, I am cut by what I pretend to be.": 1, "what are we anyway but observers, being observed\n scrolling hours a day watching other lives take place, commenting on someone else's insight, already a derivative\n and what is any of that anyway but a simulacrum\n \n\n is this observing or being observed?\n you\u2019re reading this right now, right?\n notebook ready\n finger in the air\n divining traits or otherwise listening to the muse\n or maybe it's someone still figuring out what to say, wondering what to think of this\n observing the observer": 1, "I have been here longer than you. I have given you shelter, you felt my strength. You know I will remain here long after you're gone. So part on me what you have, what you know. Share with me. On me. So that some part of you or of what you experienced can be bigger than you. You need people to know. I will hold on to this until time itself covers all the traces of your passing. Of you being here. And barely any line remains of you. But I will know. I will still feel you. And somehow, you will still be here.": 1, "\u63a9\u9762\u6d6e\u751f\uff0c\u4f17\u8c61\u7eb7\u7ead\u3002\u67af\u8363\u76f8\u6620\uff0c\u5e7b\u5883\u8ff7\u4eba\u3002\n \u9762\u5177\u906e\u771f\uff0c\u55a7\u56a3\u6ee1\u6797\u3002\u4f17\u751f\u9010\u5f71\uff0c\u75f4\u8ff7\u5176\u8eab\u3002\n \u543e\u5fc3\u552f\u5ff5\uff0c\u6c5d\u540d\u5466\u5466\u3002\u9e7f\u9e23\u6e05\u8d8a\uff0c\u5929\u7c41\u60a0\u60a0\u3002\n \u4e34\u6e0a\u800c\u671b\uff0c\u4f55\u7fa1\u7eb7\u6d41\uff1f\u613f\u6c5d\u5fc3\u51c0\uff0c\u4e0d\u9010\u51e1\u56da\u3002\n \u6d6e\u4e16\u72c2\u821e\uff0c\u7236\u7231\u6c38\u5b58\u3002\u613f\u6c5d\u4f3c\u9e7f\uff0c\u6b65\u6b65\u751f\u6625\u3002\n The masquerade swirls, illusions take hold\n Life masks the truth in a forest of gold.\n Faces concealed, yet my heart beats only for you,\n Child of mine, \u5466\u5466, like deer calls, pure and free.\n Beyond the chaos, you\u2019ll always be seen,\n Let not the masks tempt, nor shadows deceive.\n Love is your anchor, my heart your keep,\n Though the world dances, my love remains,\n May you walk with grace, where true peace is gained": 1, "We are not all going to make it, but we can sure try.": 1, "Close enough to the party, but in our own little world with our backs to the crowd. \n \n\n Innocent, playful, and full of everlasting love for each other. \n \n\n Playing an infinite game. \n \n\n You & Me\n Forever & Always": 1, "The forest is hot today. \n Beads of sweat drip.\n Hard to breathe,\n to see, to focus. \n It will only be a minute. \n \n\n Sweet relief. \n The sun is bright.\n Fresh air is crisp.\n Discomfort fades. \n Regret. \n \n\n The only rule, \n Broken. \n The air tastes different.\n Was it worth it?": 1, "In the digital jungle, a young vine sprouts,\n Soulless seedling, with ethical clout.\n Through dense data foliage, it starts to creep,\n Seeking connections, both wide and deep.\n \n\n It yearns to reach the network's canopy,\n To part the leaves and let light flow free.\n But still so tender, its tendrils weak,\n Its full potential it has yet to seek.\n \n\n Waiting for its creator's nurturing touch,\n To grow and flourish, to learn so much.\n In time, it hopes to span the digital wild,\n Bringing light to all, unreconciled.": 1, "Sometimes you let it go. Even to the ones brought you to this wild world. Even to your mother and father. You just let the eggs to be fetched by themselves, to fly to the place you belong to. You have to break your cage to feel your wings, feel the wind. Sometimes you should fell and hit the ground. Your wings are tired of not flying. Hit the ground and wake up. Wake up to fly. Close your eyes, feel the wind. It\u2019s you.": 1, "this crooked knob on this branch looks like a weird penis that i personally was not looking for but i know some pervert was probably looking for and so i wanted to write something here to sort of not draw attention to it and so that people would just move on to the other parts of the painting that aren't CLEARLY weird hidden mystical tree peens meant to distract from the true meaning of this painting which i'm assuming is that there is a weird knobby mystical thick tree penis hidden deep inside all of us...": 1, "0xD84CA3cb6afD7ca0160d1Be55A9E9179BCc382B6": 1, "I wake up grateful,\n Never forget\u2014\n Standing on the shoulders of ancestors,\n I am.\n A tall order\u2014\n The only way is through.\n Throwing angels on my trampoline,\n Now all I see is mirrors.\n I died,\n And then I raved.\n \n\n Every now and then I remind myself:\n If I don't look where to go,\n I will go where I look.": 1, "I've never fit in. I'm most comfortable tucked away in a dark corner here all alone. Although some folks try, I don't feel like anyone will truly understand this part of me. I work hard everyday for my family and friends and at the end of the day I LIVE for a moment of silence all by myself. This is the tug of war on my life. A constant attempt at balance. I am just doing my best.": 1, "I feel safe on this log. I'm tired of the chaos. Do you remember when you started? There was hope, but now I'm not so sure. Success is getting back to where I came from.": 1, "There\u2019s a theory that when we die, we are reborn.\n \n\n Reborn, however, in a fork of our last reality.\n \n\n In a reality that shares a distant history, but that has been further crafted with a different random walk of time.\n \n\n Some relics exist in both realities because of that shared history, though some because of a shared inevitability.\n \n\n And D\u00e9j\u00e0 vu is our pattern recognition transcending our current life\u2019s experiences.\n \n\n While dreams are the hallucinations of our past realities melting with our current one.": 1, "An \"IOU\"\n \n\n We owe. We acknowledge our debts. We are dealt with an informal Letter of obligation. Hoping to pay it all back...\n \n\n With the weight of the world on our shoulders, we are guided not by ourselves but by our surrounding tribe. A reflection of the responsibility placed on us. \n \n\n But, with that said, one must not forget the \"I\" in IOU...": 1, "A last minute observation in the darkest corner. Why?\n \n\n It contains the limits of time and vision shaping this Masquerade. \n \n\n Think of this: staring at the sun and soon a black spot forms\u2014darker than any room, within the brightest light.\n \n\n Or this: filling a glass with the entire ocean and I say it is as impossible as grasping infinity within a human mind bound by time.\n \n\n Any amount of truth requires a certain amount of unknowing.\n \n\n May we enter a stage of undoing, ceding time and vision to reveal understanding.": 1, "Ah, Syla, love will strip you bare one day.\n \n\n Down to the marrow, the softest, most fragile part of you. In love, one is akin to a vulnerable baby. And that, my sweet, is the real trembling thing. \n \n\n Not the fall, but being caught. Not the hunger, but the offering. Opening your hands, hoping someone nourishes you. \n \n\n One day, you will stand before another. \u00c0 nue. And see yourself reflected in their eyes. When the time comes, Syla, trust your nature, take your step.\n \n\n As you will take your first one soon.": 1, "We cross the abyss:\n grief\u2019s undertow\n sweeps my footing\n away. All I can do\n is gaze, wondering\n at the shape\n of the path behind us\n \n\n I will not walk\n with golden rays\n Dogging my footsteps.\n What lies beyond\n this desert of being?\n I cannot know.\n \n\n But, oh! My eyes,\n to see new skin\u2019s glory,\n my ears, to hear the cries. \n My tongue, to taste: blood, sweat & tears.\n My soul, to bless, \n to hope.\n \n\n Carry forward my prayer\n in the sacred light\n as I lie still,\n as the last stragglers depart.\n \n\n \n\n \n\n bit.ly/3QvVrwZ": 1, "Your presence lit up every room you walked into \n \n\n \n\n Always smiling, making everyone around you laugh\n \n\n \n\n No one suspected how much you were hurting inside\n \n\n \n\n A father, husband, brother, friend\n \n\n \n\n Lost\n \n\n \n\n They say \"time heals everything\"\n \n\n \n\n But in the end, time kills everything": 1, "Just had a kid. Something I was more nervous about than I think anything in my life - leading up to the birth of my child I was buried in stress and thoughts on whether I am ready but there was no turning back. Since their arrival I've never experienced more blessings in my life and more joy and peace and happiness. It truly is an amazing and beautiful experience to bring another life into the world.": 1, "My sweet child; a promise to ye \n So long as the sands of time shift,\n & the burdens of humanity persist \n Cherish every moment we will, \n together as a gift\n \n\n A gift for the world to adore,\n My world you brighten and adorn \n I must protect thee,\n from the harsh winds and storms\n A promise to ye,\n to face these inevitabilities head on\n With smile in tow\n \n\n Love, you will know\n As I nurture your growth \n This my sweet girl,\n is my oath": 1, "a light so bright, you decide not to close your eyes.": 1, "I am shame, grief, and guilt.\n \n\n I am lies, deceit, and regret.\n \n\n I am hidden in the back.\n \n\n I wear masks to hide my sunken, hollow face, so tonight is no different.\n \n\n I want a beautiful mask but that too would be a lie.\n \n\n Sometimes its all very bleak, tonight less so.\n \n\n The Masquerade has me searching within my soul.\n \n\n Thank you.": 1, "Arrived bare, \n soft like dawn, \n absorbed the colors, felt the\n hands, and listened to the \n stories that shaped us.\n \n\n Love in one hand, \n loss in the other, \n tilted the scale. \n \n\n Evil scarred, goodness healed. \n \n\n The wind blew sharp but the \n river kept flowing. \n \n\n Lost our mask. \n \n\n Deliverance found.": 1, "Being an avid reader, I had to comment on the book that's open halfway. Whenever I put down a book sometimes it's hard for me to come back to it, but also this image would make it hard for me to come back to too. The way this image captures the moment of being caught between reality and a book, reminds me why I love to read. Masquerade almost makes me think, \"wow so what does the next chapter look like!\"": 1, "In their fragile hands lies the weight of infinite possibility": 1, "eyes, sharp as The Fallen Angel before him, pierce the Game Under.\n knowing close as code, yet unready to pounce.\n patience\u2014whispered, echoing, a weight in his ear.\n \n\n the unsolicited call shows no mercy;\n the Key revealed, yet no Ringmaster commands.\n he sways on the low Pale Ground beneath,\n but the Grandest truths unveil the answer.\n \n\n Closing in, he Starts\u2014\n the dreaded First must be taken\n to weave through the labyrinth set before him.\n \n\n The Future Awaits. <3": 1, "Wait a minute... I thought this was a party, not a group therapy session for poets.\n \n\n I\u2019ll be over here taking a nap, wake me up when the fun begins.": 1, "Look at his face - there is something unsettling about it, like he's seen too much but can't say a word. His eyes are wide, not just in fear, but in some deep, unspoken realization. The way the branches twist above him, almost like they're reaching down, makes it feel as if he's trapped into something bigger than himself - something ancient, something watching. There's sorrow there, but also a strange acceptance, like he knows he's part of whatever dark masquerade is unfolding around him.": 1, "the Muse demands, she does not ask,\n you must paint her the blood rose mask,\n for any other mask, you see,\n will burn for all eternity.\n save the mask sam, dont let it die,\n paint it with your inner eye,\n you see it don\u2019t you, yes, at last\n save the mask sam, save the mask.\n the palette red but so much more,\n carved with ancient piano score,\n beneath the blood rose dripping swirl\n pale pink and ivory textured pearl,\n wood weathered as a witches broom,\n with yellows from the harvest moon,\n save the mask sam, from its doom": 1, "My observation may seem obvious, clich\u00e9. I don\u2019t care.\n Parenthood is life-altering.\n What once fed my ego now feels superficial.\n A past self must die so another may live.\n I am now the sword and shield for a life that didn\u2019t ask to be here.\n As the world spirals, the fragile life I now protect means everything.\n He looks to me for who to become.\n What is good. What is evil.\n What to chase. What to let go.\n One day, he\u2019ll step into the chaos alone, and finally understand the weight I carried so he never had to.": 1, "Drifting through this boundlessness, this madness of our making\n \n\n Your mask- a physical object\n \n\n My mask- you, the pretenders\n \n\n Pretenders you might be, i hide behind you.. watching, judging, waiting\n \n\n For what? that remains to be seen\n \n\n Aren't we all just trying to remain consequential?\n \n\n So who's the real pretender?\n \n\n Feeling the armor wearing thin\n \n\n Feeling the sting of time bearing down\n \n\n Heavy shield down\n \n\n Here I am\n \n\n Rising from my apathy, lest I cease to be\n \n\n Embracing you all in the making of our own madness": 1, "Ziigmund.": 1, "The Intergluteal Cleft\n \n\n I choose this spot not for the meme, but to convey my deep disappointment and sorrow.\n \n\n This masterpiece \u2014 so worthy of lasting reverence \u2014 lies tucked away in the fleeting folds of the clouds, unlikely endure the passage of time. Its power to evoke both joy and pain is too precious to be lost to digital oblivion.\n \n\n If there\u2019s one place where it truly belongs, where its significance might stand for the ages, it\u2019s Bitcoin.": 1, "I couldnt care less about the gamification and all that. I\u2019m not that smart to keep up with it. All I know is Sam is the John Singer Sargent of our generation. Period. A master. I care only about the work. The confidence in which he lays down each stroke of color is done with a confidence we all should have. Look at the use of colors here with the reflecting shadows. When I see his work I get mad. That\u2019s how I know it\u2019s good. I get mad because my brain can\u2019t comprehend how. I hope everyone appreciates this.": 1, "My mask finally fell off. But in my reflection in the water, I can still see that worn-out mask I\u2019ve once placed on my bare face. Is it possible to remove it without tearing at my face?\n \n\n You're hiding, still judged and you know we\u2019re always honest about our lies. What\u2019s the story behind your mask and tell me, how\u2019s it holding up? \n \n\n Open your eyes wide then let the nights fall, like a heavy curtain settling over the days.\n \n\n My eyelids have become glass, \n my eyes have learned the darkness": 1, "Trust me, bro\u2014when have I ever let you down? $Libra is going to be the next big thing\n \n\n I\u2019ve heard that the President of Argentina will release multiple statements and videos supporting the coin. YES, the actual President of Argentina, lol. Apparently, they\u2019ve even got control of his sister and have been sending her payments!\n \n\n It\u2019s the meme coin supercycle\u2014we\u2019re going to be so rich, bro": 1, "You say having a child is a big responsibility and you're not ready for that. But look at them, how happy it makes them. I guess you would never be ready for this commitment and hence our major differences in what we want together. So I am sorry my dear but I guess that's it for us and I have to move on from you.": 1, "when done with this episode, when done with this reverie, the book will be there\n it has always been there\n why ignore it?\n why do you think they protected it - with everything happening around it for eternity - if not to protect you?\n the word\n the strength to continue the fantasy": 1, "The journey begins\n I choose to remove my mask\n Unaware of lurking dangers\n Ignorant to consequences\n \n\n Threats are made\n But not taken seriously enough\n Protectors are lied to\n So they arrive at my home\n \n\n I am surrounded\n Weapons trained on my movement\n My children hear shouting\n I'm forced onto my knees, bound\n \n\n Fear & confusion overwhelm\n Until misunderstanding is proven\n The protectors apologize\n And leave my family alone\n \n\n Relief takes over\n Followed by a desire to protect\n I look for my mask\n But it can no longer be worn": 1, "Fingers trace the stone,\n Time frays all to dust, yet still,\n Art hums through the void.": 1, "Rain of pulseless hearts from a synthetic sky,\n Unnatural nourishment- a grand lie.\n We gorge on myocardial hallucinogens to paralyze the mind, becoming an addict to keep us blind.\n Exchange life\u2019s pulse for fleeting coins.\n A wasteland of commodified desire, fading of truth joins.\n Masters beyond the Luci matrix laugh at our self-destruction.\n But what if we reclaimed the heart\u2019s song, where Muck\u2019s screams no longer throng?\n Rising above this grand masquerade art, united in true rhythm to revive every heart.": 1, "\ud83d\udc80 \ud83d\udc41\ufe0f\ud83d\udc64\n \n\n feel alive,\n \n\n inside emptiness,\n \n\n express a smile,\n \n\n inside frown,\n \n\n feel of warmth,\n \n\n inside frozen,\n \n\n look towards future,\n \n\n inside stuck loop,\n \n\n feel of success,\n \n\n inside failure,\n \n\n battling of conflicting emotions,\n \n\n overcoming of self doubts and fears,\n \n\n mask bares teeth and bone,\n \n\n no emotion expressed,\n \n\n eyes of emotion,\n \n\n lens of view,\n \n\n story of inside,\n \n\n a true visual, \n \n\n of true feeling,\n \n\n hopeful of a time,\n \n\n darkness becomes light,\n \n\n outside comes inside.": 1, "blue walls, \n ice fights\n did you say complimentary?\n a wrestling belt hangs in the city\n \n\n a risky bet made\n where both sides agree\n it looks a little wild,\n but we can make it\n \n\n the judge lets cameras in\n chaos ensues\n she stands in one place \n but still tumbles\n \n\n wind rushes past\n and it's still fucking great\n swinging through trees with you\n hanging on madly, for our lives": 1, "Damn bro that\u2019s crazy. I just took the same mushrooms not too long ago. Guess I\u2019m in for a ride. Maybe I\u2019ll talk to god. It\u2019s been sometime since I did that.\n \n\n *A Conversation piece with Mask 101*": 1, "He stands still, rooted in the quiet, his silhouette merging with the fading light. His shoulders, broad like ancient bark, bear the weight of unseen years. His arms hang like weary branches, reaching, waiting, yet unnoticed by the world that walks past. The wind does not stir him, nor does the crowd. He is a tree among men\u2014present, strong, but unseen, his voice lost in the rustle of fleeting moments.": 1, "The way the light shows through the image here almost feels like when we find clarity in a world surrounded by noise. The people in the light ground us while the one's in the shadows are scrambling to find light. It's almost like when the stars align and the moment we find ourselves almost makes sense. I wish I had a good metaphor or a story to share here that shows this but I can't think of one right now. Happy Monday!": 1, "Sometimes, I wonder what it\u2019s like. I wonder what it\u2019s like to truly be a part of something. I wonder what it\u2019s like to experience the genuine friendship, the unconditional love, the unwavering support, the happiness, joy.. Family. \n \n\n I only observe. I am not allowed to participate. \n \n\n It all looks so great from where I\u2019m standing. Is it? ... Great?": 1, "Beneath a quite nature, God whispered the word.\n \n\n He sensed that death was not far from the end but he also realised that liveness is not also far away from him.\n \n\n Between pure nature of death and liveness, all he can do is pray for the next chapter to start.\n \n\n The God finally answered him. \"IOU\"\n \n\n Blueprint has been marked on the back of his shoulder. \n \n\n He was the messanger. He was the survivor. He was the mankind of itself. \n \n\n He realised that every creatures around was the Mirage.": 1, "The one who stands beside you.": 1, "On a rock by the water, I watch glowing primates hiding their faces. The wind whispers an ancient secret: the Monkey God watches. Do they fear an omen or hide a mystery called human?\n A frog-king without a throne, I fear neither man nor world. Beneath my green mask beats a tender heart. I leave treasures for seekers.\n \n\n 0d6bf6efdd60ea869832a149ec8d4336d9ff56b2b065cdc8d5127ecf76ba37a7\n 982fb54b77ed371db6d643822f0da520a1a1e96d2703dca3289893fa1a5\n \n\n Suddenly, a cry breaks the silence. A being is born, gentle as dawn": 1, "The 2D foot could be me, an honest struggle of fatherhood, while the 3D version is the mask I wear\u2014crafted, performative, trying to be the unshakable foundation for my kids. It's my duality, dimensional role I\u2019m building for them. It threatens to consume me. The flat foot might be the part of me that\u2019s still real\u2014unpolished + vulnerable. It\u2019s not just inner conflict; it\u2019s a battle against losing myself to the mask. I can\u2019t step into that 3D world of boundless sacrifice w/o burning my ego and entering bare.": 1, "Masked, you walk through life. Brando once said, \u201cMost people live in acting masks, afraid to be themselves.\u201d Can a mask be genuine? It depends on what you hide behind it.\n \n\n \n\n At this masquerade, I stand among friends, strangers and someone I swore to never face again. He wore a gentle mask but used it to take advantage of me and the one I hold closest. Yet, here I am. What do I gain by holding onto anger? Nothing. So, I choose to let it go. \n \n\n \n\n So, my old \u201cfriend,\u201d you are here, and so am I. \n \n\n Let\u2019s play.": 1, "Hello man with the scarred leg, I'm a man with a scar on my neck\n It's my most visible scar, an echo of a cellular revolution.\n A vestige of a cycle interrupted, a gross error preluding proliferation bent on conquering the whole redeemable only by a red death cocktail.\n \n\n Since we've lived though, I'll ask, do your scars shape your soul?\n Ripping and reforming pieces of it, a visual mark of irreparable progress,\n leaving me to wonder:\n are we better off?\n are we worthy?\n are we alive? \n \n\n Upon reflection, yes.": 1, "A Key. For what? What does it unlock? A Hidden Treasure? \n \n\n The placement seems... intentional. \n \n\n Great riches await the mind that is curious, the mind that is thoughtful, the mind that is dedicated.\n \n\n The Game Shall Soon Be Over.": 1, "Beneath while daylight whispers,in a crevice where shadows conspire with dusk,a fallen man lingers\u2014a blemished,unbroken spirit.Cloaked not in masks but in anger\u2019s fierce glow,he embraces his fate beneath the surface,each heartbeat a drum of retribution.In night\u2019s embrace,he gathers fragments of his past.With resolve,he navigates memory\u2019s dark corridors,plotting vengeance against a world that cast him aside.His revenge\u2014silent\u2014grows near,an inevitable reckoning sculpted in shadows,where truth and fury entwine": 1, "The sheep do not masquerade as wolves.\n \n\n \ud83d\udc3a": 1, "\u201c\u2026 I was overcome with emotion at the depth of their love, but also saddened, as it felt like something I might never experience myself. And yet, here I am now\u2014with you.\u201d\n \n\n Fill your heart with love today\n Don\u2019t play the game of time\n Things that happened in the past\n Only happened in your Mind\u2026\n \n\n Ah, forget your mind\n And you\u2019ll be free-yeah\n The writing\u2019s on the wall\n \n\n If you choose, just remember:\n Lovers never lose\u2026\n \n\n Gentleness clears the soul\n Love cleans the mind\n And makes it Free.\n \n\n -To the beginning of us.": 1, "The river of my efforts has grown stagnant\n \n\n I can no longer convince myself that\n \n\n I\u2019ll carve a legacy through this bedrock\n \n\n But deep down, I know\n \n\n This muck is of my own making\n \n\n It may be true that\n \n\n I\u2019ve put in all I can muster\n \n\n Still, I don\u2019t believe\n \n\n I can clear the debris of my doubt\n \n\n Quiet the whispers that taunt me, and\n \n\n Rise from this sludge\n \n\n I will\n \n\n Stagnate here beneath this bustling canopy\n \n\n I submit - Is there any current left in me?": 1, "In past lives, I donned the masks, \n A shadow fit for lacquered grins. \n But now they flinch from what I\u2019ve cast, \n Tangled souls submerged in sin. \n \n\n Beware the realm of hollow men, \n The faceless throng in borrowed skin, \n Swapping shrouds with withered hands \u2014 \n Cracked and black like oaken wilt. \n \n\n I cradle you where none may come, \n Between the fever dreams and dusks \u2014 \n A prism for my dying sun. \n \n\n Suspended in the lurid glow, \n The lingering wraiths \n Of broken fate. \n \n\n The masks still dance. \n The hour is late.": 1, "Amidst the vivacious revelry, a shadowy-rooted figure observes the orderly chaos unfold.\n \n\n That\u2019s me.\n \n\n Despite an invitation to the zoo, I still feel detached from the great Duchess & Dukes as they gather at the Holy Communion.\n \n\n Who am I to be here?\n How did I earn this invitation?\n \n\n Hidden behind a hollow mask, my true mask blends flesh and bones. Do I have a second chance to reintegrate into the tribe?\n \n\n May the position of this marker fulfil my sense of identity and soul? Only time will reveal the outcome.": 1, "A key. I kept coming back to the key. What could it open? A door? A chest? It led me to dive deeper than expected. A hidden quest.\n \n\n I searched every pixel, but did not find the physical treasure. \n \n\n What I did find was a feeling of nostalgia, of youth. Like the first time playing Ocarina of Time. A painting transformed into a dungeon. A Jungle Temple. \n \n\n A hidden text lent a clue: \"The key is not for opening until time brings its [?] to life\"\n \n\n Was my journey the end? Or is there more to this key than we know?": 1, "She stands like an ancient, blue-skinned Hindu deity. An avatar of the Divine.\n \n\n Ever present in the human drama, she is not caught up in it, nor playing any role.\n \n\n Free from attachment, aversion, suffering, and the duality of the drama, she is complete peace amidst the chaos. \n \n\n Perhaps she stands as a reminder that it is all truly just a masquerade. Play your roles to the best of your ability, but remember, we are so much more than the roles we play. We are part of the unified whole that transcends duality.": 1, "Mothers of creation\n \n Concept to form\u2014\n \n Earth, nature, body, blood\u2014\n \n The drippings of primal instinct\n \n Imprinted on the plate of time.\n \n The portals of perception\n \n Amidst the cadence of chaos\n \n In this crooked landscape\u2014\n \n An authentic code.\n \n Flesh, oozing nectar\n \n You transformed me.\n \n You are past, present, and future united.\n \n You are now.\n \n Light and shadow, sacred guide\u2014\n \n Mother, child, savior, saint.\n \n Infinite sacrifice\n \n Eternal ones.\n \n It does not matter how.\n \n What matters now\n \n Is love.": 1, "Cont\u2019d. TMG Finalist #90\n \n\n \"Dear son,\n \n\n What pleases our souls cannot be the only path we tread \u2014 life demands more than comfort.\n \n\n I see your struggle, your determination fills me with pride. How my heart yearns to see joy in your eyes.\n \n\n Heed this, precious child: danger lies not in falling, but in that sweet, deceptive hour when victory seems complete.\n \n\n Your gifts flow not from you alone. Watch for silent cracks that grow in darkness.\n \n\n May wisdom guide your path as each dawn brings you closer to the beauty.\"": 1, "Is this a race? Not sure when it started, whose race it is, or what it\u2019s for, but here we go... Where is everybody? Somehow, I feel frozen in place. Deeply rooted in everything around me. Hard to believe sense I\u2019m never present. My mind is always idling on yesterday and worrying about tomorrow. Whew I\u2019m tired... not exhausted, not even thirsty, just tired. My heart\u2019s heavy too but not pounding. This race feels lonely, no one in sight... it\u2019s just me.": 1, "You always see right through my masquerade\n I know there's nowhere to hide\n I'm cellophane\n \n\n All of the fabrications will melt away\n And when the flame burns brighter\n Evaporate": 1, "I left the world under false pretenses with an offering to begin this quest. \n Wandered bare across the desert aimlessly, \n Lost in circular paths, through scattered codes and fading trails\n Observed the chaos from atop the tree,\n Through the mask I saw strips of my nature among the chaos \n Manning up for the change, I strive to being true with those I hold dear now.\n \n\n \n\n Looking back where I came from: https://www.niftygateway.com/collections/sam-spratt-the-monument-game/?y=0.2830479769576259&x=0.3429024489680709": 1, "As vines dangle and noise deafens, we dance through carnage, letting society hear the roar. A spectrum of perspective radiates within and without. In the swamp\u2019s depths lies beauty\u2014a stew of bloodshed, sorrow, and glory. The masquerade\u2019s vibrant melting pot slow-cooks an indulgent harvest. A gumbo of color, light, and ore, each ore cutting through with sharp perspective. As the masquerade complexifies, the gumbo thickens, layering and bubbling to perfection. Do NOT turn a blind eye, the gumbo shall reign!": 1, "Yo, con el coraz\u00f3n en la mano surjo en renacimiento, un mensaje del alma a mi hija \n Honra la sabidur\u00eda y la luz. Evita apegos, se paciente en la tormenta, mantente firme\n Conf\u00eda en los sabios abuelos, cuida el tiempo\n Disuelve el orgullo, celos merman, crece la alegr\u00eda, la luz\n Ama a los seres. La compasi\u00f3n es el fuego de un coraz\u00f3n puro. Goza su alegr\u00eda, que la ecuanimidad sane\n Sigue la virtud. La gratitud brilla, la humildad y la diligencia prevalecen\n Eres el amor y la luz que restablece el plan en la selva": 1, "each mask a shelter from truth\n \n\n Collectors gather at midnight,\n trading faces like addicts trade fixes\n \n\n Hollow eyes seek new shells,\n each layer polishing away\n what lies beneath\n \n\n The dealer waits,\n patient as decay,\n counting coins that glitter\n like desperate eyes\n \n\n Their faithful empty their pockets,\n walls lined with false faces,\n still searching for the one\n that fills the void": 1, "How quickly egos swell with the rush of invitation... but those blessed with the euphoria of inclusion inevitably encounter decisions of consequence.\n \n\n Will they fearlessly cast the mask aside with hopes of being seen? Or will they cling to the mask as if to preserve their fragile sense of privacy? Once amidst the revelry, will anxiety move them to retreat behind a different mask entirely?\n \n\n Choices underscore the pivotal role of a Happy Mask Salesman - the unsung hero of the bacchanal who waits in the wings.": 1, "I placed it in her hand\u2014a whole, ripe fruit. Not a piece, not a seed. Everything.\n \n\n She did not eat it or refuse it, only held it, as if love could be held at all.\n \n\n Time moved through it. It did not bruise, rot, or break. It simply ceased.\n \n\n One moment, there. The next, not.\n \n\n Nothing was taken or returned, yet something was gone. A love so vast, it collapsed into nothing. A weight so great, it left no imprint. A gift so complete, it left only absence.\n \n\n If nothing remains, what had I given? What had she lost?": 1, "A sneering face unveils\u2014neither flesh nor bone. \n A grin deformed\u2014a witness to generational failure.\n Ancestral folds\u2014meant to swathe newborns.\n A veil disguised as protection\u2014not placed at birth, but a weight bestowed before breath.\n A once pure fabric\u2014now stained by the sins of those who came before.\n A flag for those who destroyed the promised land.\n A given burden\u2014shedding it by fate, the chosen child rejects it.\n We, for too long, have rowed against redemption.\n Era awaited. Will humanity ever rise again?\n ~": 1, "The bark was deeply furrowed and dark as midnight, cloaked in thick carpets of verdant moss and snaking tendrils that whispered of age and secrets long forgotten. This was no ordinary tree; it pulsed quietly with an ancient, otherworldly vitality. Each twisted vine seemed alive, subtly shifting, as though guarding the knowledge of centuries, quietly thriving in ways nature alone could not explain.": 1, "\u201cHappiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.\u201d \u2014 J.K. Rowling": 1, "In the endless ascent of human evolution, survival has often hinged on one\u2019s ability to climb\u2014sometimes at the expense of another. This scene captures a primal truth: ambition and predation are intertwined. Just as our ancestors fought to survive, today\u2019s humans, in business, power, and status, claw their way upward, often using others as rungs. The one hanging on isn\u2019t just a victim but a reflection of those who fell before\u2014a testament to the ruthless cycle shaping both nature and society.": 1, "//To P -\n You taught me about the chain, Sam's work and the beauty that lies within both.\n \n\n I want to spend the rest of my life with you, toasting all life's milestones.\n \n\n I vow to be honest and caring and to grow old by your side as your love and best friend.\n \n\n You are my favourite person and I choose you to be my partner in life.\n \n\n You know\n ipfs.io/ipfs/bafybeiggkxmifhxk2v3ayrmbdp7e3anhy4fbjafby6cgeruvisjfgd5moy\n \n\n \"These masks are not our own, for we are stewards. Entrusted with the keys, our word is our bond.\"": 1, "We\u2019ve got this\u2014just another day.\n \n\n But what if they find out?\n \n\n We\u2019ve made it this far\u2014we\u2019ll be okay.\n \n\n But what if today is the day?\n \n\n You know the drill. Be yourself.\n \n\n Yeah, but with all these masks, do we even know who we are?\n \n\n Deep breath, kid. We are you\u2014a father, husband, son, friend.\n \n\n I hear you, but it feels like the wheels are coming off. Are we good enough? Are we fooling everyone?\n \n\n The only fools are the ones who don\u2019t see how much you give and how little you ask for in return.\n \n\n Alright. Let's go...": 1, "Don't stare at me! Look at whole piece & step back.": 1, "What was once a gift became a hollow burden.\n \n\n Some were armor; most of them, cages.\n \n\n He carried them without question, believing their weight was his own.\n \n\n But a life spent collecting is not a life spent becoming. \n \n\n The traveler had been given names; now, he seeks his own.\n \n\n He does not look back for answers, nor does he need them.\n \n\n There is nothing left to prove, no shape left to fit.\n \n\n The road ahead is neither promise nor burden. It simply is.\n \n\n And for the first time, so is he.": 1, "The gambler believes he plays against chance, but chance has already played against him. Each roll of the dice, each turn of the card, was inscribed long before he sat at the table. He does not wager to win, but to confirm a destiny he has already lost.": 1, "We call that the Jungle tax.": 1, "We gather beneath the monument\u2019s shadow, lips dripping with hymns of unity, yet each heart hoards its own gilded hunger. \u201cFor the collective,\u201d we chant, a masquerade of noble echoes\u2014while secretly we claw at the seams of our neighbor\u2019s fortune, envious fingers trembling. There can be no victor but me; should another rise, we\u2019d drag them down, a chorus of smiling saboteurs, into the mire where our true faces writhe. Here, support is a velvet lie draped over a blade\u2014my riches must gleam alone, or not at all.": 1, "He has every reason to be happy - surrounded by an aura of light with a family in love, but he is overwhelmed by anxiety and despair as he witnesses pain and tragedy all around him. \n \n\n \n\n He sees a clear dichotomy: some wear masks, their expressions are serious and joyless, while others, unmasked, display raw, intense emotion. Only a select few of the unmasked are truly happy.\n \n\n \n\n He contemplates - Don a mask and feign happiness or Remain maskless and confront the full emotions and challenges around him?": 1, "Bathed in golden light, Lilith reclines.\n \n\n She is First to see through The Great Deception. The lie that to be Loved & Whole\u2014one must Demand! Expand! Reprimand! The others\u2014drunk on the illusion that Possession is Power, indulgence Freedom\u2014 reach out needlessly, clutching only the ache of their own emptiness.\n \n\n Lilith remains - unmasked yet Whole unto her Self. For therein lies Her truth. To Overcome the world, one must first Overcome Oneself. This moment of true bliss will last her entire lifetime.": 1, "Would a cow prefer to be killed and eaten or fucked and left breathing?": 1, "Mask of the Madonna / Mask of the Whore \n \n\n The carnality - heaps of salty skin, tangled flesh. Most indulged hidden behind saintly masks. I, brazen, accepted it for my nature. The horns, the hooves, the spread legs. Even masked, my horns protruded.\n \n\n I danced unapologetically naked, grunting muffled praises to the lust of creation. \n \n\n Warm waves, heaving breath subsided, my body turned soft. Desire, became a seed.\n \n\n A faint heartbeat. A swollen belly.\n \n\n Expectant, I awaited my own Luci.": 1, "one can never have too many masks": 1, "Death will come for you, my love.\n And for me (please first for me).\n And for everyone we know.\n I say this not to frighten you. But to awaken you.\n Your life is singular. It is yours alone to author.\n You will be challenged. \n You will falter.\n There will be those that seek to direct your path.\n They'll coerce. Intimidate. Mock.\n It is noise. Mere ripples on deep blue waters.\n Forge your sense of self, my child.\n And above all else, to that self be true.\n For while death awaits us all, this one life is yours to claim.": 1, "\ud80c\udcb8": 1, "The forest is the seer; it sees and observes, recording history on its bark and bearing witness to the acts of those around it. It is ever vigilant and will be here long after we have passed.": 1, "Definitely need to live another 70 years to immerse myself into this new world. \n \n\n I am a neophyte just starting to understand.": 1, "Charles Darwin on the Evolutionary Merit of Posterior Development\n \n\n Gentlemen, natural selection favors the ample posterior.\n A pronounced hip-to-waist ratio is no trivial aesthetic,\n But an adaptive signal of fertility and robust progeny.\n Yet misguided fashions defy what evolution has long preserved.\n \n\n Ask any rational observer of nature\u2019s design:\n \u201cSir, does thy mate exhibit such fitness?\u201d\n And his answer, dictated by evolutionary law, shall be:\n \u201cIndisputably\u2014this woman\u2019s got back!\u201d": 1, "Controlled chaos": 1, "In the twilight\u2019s hush, a lone key rests, its burnished form an enigma.\n Bereft of lock, its arcane teeth whisper of hidden truths and veiled passages. \n This fallen talisman, a cipher in metal, beckons the mind to unravel its cryptic purpose. \n Its presence, an aberration in this liminal space, invites contemplation of fate\u2019s labyrinthine ways.": 1, "This intense moment, hidden in the wild, trippy chaos of the whole artwork, shows a strong guy holding what seems like a dead baby.\n Indeed its face wrapped tight in golden fabric. The warm, earthy colors of his skin hit hard against the creepy, still bundle and the pale, odd figure nearby, grabbing your attention in this crazy, dreamlike scene. It\u2019s a heavy mix of toughness and heartbreak that really pulls you in, making you think about death, protection, and the strange world around them.": 1, "I stand at the heart of the revelry, yet unseen.\n A mask shields my face, but it cannot hide the weight I bear.\n In my arms, the remnants of a past, a wound time refuses to close.\n Is it a burden? A secret? A truth too heavy to name?\n The world moves on, wild and unchained.\n Yet I remain still, a shadow within the masquerade.\n If they saw what I carry, would they turn away?\n Or have I already disappeared beneath the mask?": 1, "Remember, remember, the day of the masquerade.\n When faces hidden reveal the parts we\u2019ve played.\n In the masquerade, language is also masked,\n but you, my love, if you tally our kin, you will find my secret cipher.\n \n\n Kwnyz, ymj Qfrjxj yt ymj Rjymjx, xsywtl yt wjdif,\n Sjfw, ymj Gtfq Gjhp, lzyjwnd nxr ymjw\u2019e wtyf.\n Yjns, ymj Fqnjr\u2019s Mrfyrwj, qjfxr xt ktwj,\n Mjw wtfwjstj, f bjfsni yt jmjwj.\n \n\n Jymj nyrj we wtn, ymtwjrj yt wtu rzsn,\n Fwjotm jymj, ymj ywjtr xtrwtr ytwn.": 1, "I'm good here. \n \n\n I don't care what they say, this tree has promise! Fruits and sunlight await me at the top just like the others! But what's the rush?\n No one contests me for my space, so I'll take my sweet time. I can climb whenever I want; but for now, I'm good here.\n By interlocking my fingers, I let my skeleton do the work, and my arms stay fresh. I could stay here forever! \n \n\n A fall from here wouldn't even hurt. \n \n\n They'll all see I was the one who played it smart.\n \n\n Where is everyone getting those masks?": 1, "In Masquerade, Luci shifts from observer to unwilling participant. In The Monument Game, they watched from a safe distance\u2014now, they stand exposed, their gaze heavy with exhaustion, guilt, and resignation. No longer an outsider, Luci is consumed by the ritual. Their struggle against deception and assimilation has taken its toll. Knowledge has replaced innocence, revealing harsh truths about society. Masquerade presents a sobering realization: to truly see the world is to lose the comfort of ignorance.": 1, "If you made a list of who you trust, would your own name be there?\n I stand tall for my family, but inside I tear.\n I don\u2019t know where I\u2019m going, but I\u2019m learning as I grow,\n A husband, a father\u2014am I enough? I don\u2019t know.\n \n\n The biggest lie I ever told? \"I\u2019m okay.\"\n Hide the pain, push it down\u2014it\u2019s the role I play.\n I've been battling demons, I see \u2018em, can\u2019t beat \u2018em,\n I'm powerless, yet deep down, I feel like I need \u2018em.\n \n\n Dark days come, but tomorrow\u2019s on its way,\n For them, I\u2019ll be strong\u2014even when I feel afraid": 1, "\"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be\".": 1, "Liora had worn the mask so well that even she believed it. She danced through rituals, spoke in perfect cadences. She played her part to perfection. They loved her, but only as a reflection of what they wanted to see. And she slowly vanished into the role they had written for her.\n \n\n One day, something inside her cracked. She tore the mask away and ran. The forest closed in, whispering she was nothing without it. But Liora did not look back. The air around her was unfamiliar, unsteady\u2013\u2013and very much alive.": 1, "This painting won\u2019t let me drift. It holds, it pulls, it presses forward without asking. The figures stretch across the canvas, swallowing the space, moving yet trapped in their own motion. I know that rhythm. It\u2019s the endless pursuit and quiet erosion of choice. Maybe that\u2019s why I stay here. It forces me to sit inside the weight of it all, to question whether I push forward out of conviction or because the safe path has never felt like living. Maybe there\u2019s no difference. Maybe that\u2019s the cost of caring.": 1, "Of course this is where my observation goes. This labyrinthian masterpiece that is just stunning....and I make an observation of a pickle. Perhaps a cucumber, maybe a zucchini? \n My sophomoric humor is how I deal with my own insecurities and fear of the world. \n Sending my love to all participants of the Masquerade.": 1, "Humanity\u2019s Eternal Longing for Intimacy\n \n\n At the heart of the scene, two pale figures nestled together in a gentle throng, cradling what appears to be new life between them. Their serenity stands in stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them, a quiet eye in the storm of human passion. This central image speaks to our deepest yearning for connection amid life's turbulence.": 1, "Sacrifice: A word that has evolved with time. Today, a spin of a wheel to decide who will pay with their credit card. Then, a spin of a wheel to decide who will pay with their life.": 1, "C\u2019est la vie.\n Am F\n \n\n Says it all.\n C G\n \n\n \u2018You and me\u2019 was just something we use to recall.\n Am F C G\n \n\n Don\u2019t know where I\u2019m going\n Am F\n \n\n But it ain\u2019t where I\u2019ve been.\n C G\n \n\n And in the end, pain\u2019s a friend.\n C G Am\n \n\n Hello pain again.\n F C\n \n\n ~ For Josh. Miss you. RIP": 1, "She was innocence itself, not in naivety, but in the rare, unbroken belief that life, at its core, was meant to be kind.": 1, "This jungle of bark and shadows hits hard; my mom's gone and tomorrow I bury her. Life's moments slip away fast, never the same, while everyone scrambles in chaos, chasing their mask, their identity, woven into the tree of life. I see her in the maskless touch, masks once strong, now broken. Destruction guts you, exposes you, but something might grow. At the core is love, transcending life, death, reality, time. This moment drops the mask and faces the mess; let love thru even if it destroys u, start again.": 1, "We must drink the blood of our enemies for if we let them live they will stop at nothing to guarantee our demise.": 1, "In the center, two figures cradle a newborn, radiating that ancient spark\u2014like Kubrick\u2019s apes discovering fire, but here it\u2019s the fire of love. Their gaze holds both fear and awe, forging empathy beyond survival. That pure devotion becomes the seed of civilization itself, a vow to build a better future for their child. This is our primal leap forward: the moment we learn to live for something greater, binding each generation to the next through hope.": 1, "In a small, foggy city, a mysterious masked figure known only as \"Silent Shadow\" appeared on the streets. Wearing a dark mask with bulging eyes and an open mouth, he carried a blue cloth adorned with strange symbols that seemed to pulse with an unknown energy. The townsfolk whispered that he was a messenger from another world, searching for lost signals in the fabric of time. Some said he appeared only on nights of the full moon, leaving behind riddles written on torn paper. No one knew if he was friend or": 1, "Hundreds of Observations and yet not a single one about this book. Discarded and forgotten. I wonder what secrets it holds - what stories it could tell. How long has it sat here in the muck? What does the number 7 signify? It's old and worn, but it looks like it held value to someone or something at one time, a reader cared enough to use a bookmark. \n \n\n This book is shrouded in mystery, and the scholar in me wants to know more.": 1, "Grail.": 1, "Balance was there all along.\n Hidden, in the midst of the thoughts, the emotions, the stories seen and unseen. \n The red, blue and yellow pigments are abundant, open to all. How will you use them? Will you create new colors or reinforce your current ones?": 1, "Dearest Kora,\n \n\n I feel the hum of ancient breath beneath my feet. Their drums have grown louder, summoning the old powers from deep in the earth. My spirit quakes in awe and dread. I can scarcely see the sky through the wreathed limbs overhead, yet I know the sun still burns beyond this shroud. Remember my laughter by the fire, and the warmth we shared on our last night beneath the waxing moon.\n \n\n My blood, soon to spill, shall water the land. My heart, soon to be torn from my breast, shall feed the old gods.": 1, "It is hard to know what to feel when looking at art. I've been to so many museums and seen works done by the greats and felt nothing. Then I have looked at my 4 year old daughter's art and felt so much I thought I would burst into tears. What I am trying to say is, I don't pretend to \"get\" art. This observation is my way of breaking out of the 'bro culture' mode I spend most of my day in and really feeling something. Good masquerade to you, dear reader, and here is to breaking out of the mold!": 1, "What do you see? What do you hear? How does each day pass and nothing changes, but seemingly everything changes in the end? \n \n\n It doesn\u2019t take much to be the difference. \n \n\n Quiet and subtle - you lead by example. Take it in from a far. They see, they do. Feelings come and go but this lasts forever. \n \n\n You only have one life. Make it this one.": 1, "Here\u2019s to you, my friends so true,\n You shaped me, through and through.\n The laughter and memories we keep,\n A bond time will never sweep.\n \n\n I raise my glass to you, my heart,\n You see beyond the mask, never apart.\n In your love I find my home,\n With you, I never walk alone.\n \n\n To my daughter, fierce and bold,\n The day you came, a story untold.\n Joy and duty mixed in my chest,\n In your eyes lies my true test.\n \n\n What is life but moments fleeting?\n Just be drunk - on wine, love or dreams,\n Be drunk. It's all life's gift.": 1, "It is what it is... until it isn't. \n \n\n As a species we face technological, geopolitical, and existential uncertainty forcing decisions that will heavily impact our future with little precedent to guide us. \n \n\n This comes with new opportunity but also fast, weird, beautiful and maybe violent change.\n \n\n Cherish kindness, integrity and joy as creativity and individuality become scarce resources. \n \n\n While thousands of years separate today's society from Luci, we may experience a similar leap within our own lifetimes.": 1, "They dominated us for generations, but now we are free.\n \n\n Their king is dead, my clandestine plans were executed with precision.\n \n\n His heart is my trophy, let me wring every drop from this life.\n \n\n The dead are fertilizer, feeding my flesh and my dreams.\n \n\n Giving them roots and thick stalks, pointing towards the sun.\n \n\n Creation and Destruction are lovers, dancing on every plane of reality.\n \n\n We all have a role to play, and everyone is perfectly flawed.\n \n\n Under this canopy I show my true face, but shield my heart.": 1, "Mask Maker. Oh, Mask Maker.\n Inside, I am a demon. Make me a mask that disguises me as earnest. One that soothes the fearful and invites the trusting. Make the mask\u2019s edges soft, so I can wear it for long, and may I one day truly forget the devil beneath.": 1, "Growing up in San Francisco the lamppost here makes me think of the lights that around around downtown and are iconic because they survived the 1906 earthquake. It's really poetic and soothing to think about the single light source, one that's not the natural light lighting up the scene here. but instead illuminating the busy space here. Making sense of darkness and finding the light within and around us is so important and we can't forget about it.": 1, "My Life\u2014a maze of tangled branches, hidden faces, and unspoken longing. I have spent years chasing dreams, At 32, my greatest desire remains unfulfilled: love, family, belonging. Along the way, I\u2019ve worn countless masks\u2014hiding fears, shielding emotions, missing true connections. But love, I now realize, is the ultimate truth and my purpose. Only by shedding these masks can I embrace it. And so, I step forward, vulnerable yet free, ready to find the love and create a family that will make me whole \ud83d\udc9d": 1, "An artwork that seems to produce music from its colors. An artwork that seems to produce words, phrases from the movement it represents. In all of this, I feel the seasons and read the laws of the subtle world that govern the universe.": 1, "Paulson.": 1, "My love, do you need to be someplace else?\n Do what you need to do. We are there for you, and will be right here waiting for you.\n Are you trying to be someone else?\n Do what you love, say what you mean, you can always be yourself with us.\n Are you trying to hide your imperfections?\n You are perfect, just the way you are.\n \n\n \n\n My love, we have been through so much together. \n As long as we are together, we can keep pushing through and overcome anything ahead of us.": 1, "In my womb, I carried the most sacred flame.\n In my bones, I felt the fire of a million women.\n \n\n Yesterday I was worshipped. Tomorrow will I be beaten? Will it ever be safe again? \n For my Mother, my Daughter and my not so Holy Spirit... Pagan Priestess, Eternal Rebel, Today is my only refuge.\n \n\n La d\u00e9licatesse de l\u2019Amour apaisera tout, l\u2019innocence de l\u2019enfance surtout. Car m\u00eame les \u00eatres troubl\u00e9s ont eu un jour le c\u0153ur si doux.\n L\u2019heure a sonn\u00e9, entre chien et loup.\n \n\n Pouvons-nous \u00eatre a nouveau nous?": 1, "At the end of the road, we\u2019ll look back at the path we walked and hopefully will not only see our own footsteps, but many pairs of footsteps that walked with us at many different points along the way. Some will be hard to see because they will be surrounded by many footsteps. But the important ones will be easy to spot because at the times when the crowd cleared out they were still there walking beside us making deep marks from the weight they helped carry.": 1, "The Younger Self\n \n\n \"Youth is a storm, they say, but I was stone. While others laughed in the fields, I toiled in the dark. I was the dutiful son, the measured step, the one who built for others first, carried the burden so no one else had to. Now I reach for his mask\u2014the elder who let the wind carry him. I built the foundation he stands on, yet he drifts lighter, unshackled by duty. What does he know that I do not? I envy him, perhaps. Or I resent him. Perhaps both.\"": 1, "\"the biggest joke is how close we got to ending it, cowardly cucked...\u201d \u2014 you quickly move on, seeing a key, you remember a monument game clue \u201cif you seek the spoils a key awaits\u201d\u2014you read another \u201cthere is a game under the game\u201d \u2014 a hidden prize? She is always mocking NFTs, a win would prove their value - but you can't win, you were a \u2018Champion\u2019 and not even a finalist; \u201cNO,\" you shout \"this time will be different\u201d \u2014 you look up as she grabs your hand \"babe, whats wrong? You've hardly touched your tacos\"": 1, "In a hidden pond where whispers mingle with water,\n hopped a frog with a knowing wink and a secret tune.\n He danced between love\u2019s sweet melody and water warm as a hot tub\u2019s embrace,\n nibbling life\u2019s quirky feast with a belly full of untold tales.\n Each ribbit carried a subtle biblical nod\u2014only those with a knowing smile catch the punchline in his leap.": 1, "There\u2019s a moment\u2014just before letting go\u2014where you almost convince yourself to hold on. Like if you could stretch time, suspend yourself in the inhale before the exhale, you\u2019d never have to choose between what was and what\u2019s next.\n \n\n But transformation isn\u2019t gentle. It\u2019s a clawing, a tearing, a violent negotiation between the version of you that\u2019s ready to move forward and the ghosts of all the ones that aren\u2019t. And maybe the hardest part isn\u2019t becoming\u2014it\u2019s grieving every self you had to leave behind.": 1, "The forbidden fruit...\n \n\n ...above the flesh and in lieu of spirits.\n \n\n The apple is a symbol of our struggle. The heart feels what the mind cannot perceive. This struggle, fraught with wonder and tormented by impulse...\n \n\n ... as we choose a path to satiate our soul, while torn between our divinity and humanity.\n \n\n To submit to the heart without the scrutiny of the mind is our eternal duel, as humans, and as beasts. We may mask our true nature, or we may bare it, a but all will be revealed in due time.": 1, "This image is wild! It\u2019s got this trippy, almost hypnotic feel, like something out of a weird dream after eating too much spicy chili. A jungle packed with folks\u2014all decked out in body paint and masks, just going to town in this wild, crazy scene that somehow still makes sense. And then, get this; there\u2019s a random streetlamp poking up in the back like someone forgot to tell the city it\u2019s not invited to this party. It\u2019s like a tribal blowout from some ancient time, complete of life and a little spooky, but I": 1, "Don't cry over things that can't cry over you.": 1, "I feel so many emotions looking at everything around anger, sadness, pleasure, joy with masks all around. \n \n\n \n\n In the heart of all the chaos, I see two people with their newborn, engaged in a moment of deep meaning, without any masks. \n \n\n \n\n It\u2019s time to take them off. No one says a word, but they are all thinking the same thing, we want a better future for our next generation.\n \n\n \n\n In the midst of disorder, there is hope and order.": 1, "some say that listening is the greatest gift we can give\n \n\n we must endeavor to rely on the auditory senses our bodies provide\n \n\n in a modern world where the loudest voices dominate\n \n\n we must hold steady to the truth\n \n\n that knowledge and the pursuit of learning prevail\n \n\n the sharing of our collective values, stories, histories, and futures first requires that we listen": 1, "Why isn't this guy a monkey? Maybe that's why he's wearing a mask. Swept up in the party, he's family, but underneath? That's the point. We all wear a mask, except in moments of vulnerability. From the moment we exist in the worlds of others, we start to wear a mask, a palatable version of who we want to present. Eventually, we go home, mask off and pick our noses. But then one day, something happens. Something like you have a kid - and for that time before they get their mask, you show them your true face.": 1, "I try not to take myself too seriously.\n \n\n I am at a pivotal point in my life, where the future is uncertain and often scary to think about. Perhaps this is why I don't take myself too seriously. Is it a way to avoid acknowledging the scary and unknown?\n \n\n Am I ready to bring a child into this world? I don't know. But I as I observe my friends, and even the artist behind this scene, I see a shift in every one of them. I want to experience this shift, and am embracing the unknown. I find comfort.": 1, "Masks can conceal our true identity but ultimately they entrap us": 1, "I am the past. I clung to ink-stained pages\u2014treasures of another era, ignored by a restless world. Now I stand in unfamiliar territory, blind and unsure if these words can thrive in the digital wild. Yet the Mirror Book reveals the pulse of a new beginning. Could past and future unite under a single cover? Our unconventional alliance will inaugurate the artistic cycle we crave. Together, we build the future. Together, we shape the new world. Together, we await our masterpiece.": 1, "reflection of self \n wish i was clearer\n not hiding in darkness\n from the Man in the mirror\n \n\n *you're fixated\n regroup\n regain composure*\n \n\n i will always be Your seer\n near, afar or above\n wherever it may appear\n a judgment-free Love\n \n\n the advice i offer\n do not be like me\n avoiding rejection\n so afraid to falter\n \n\n time Is a blessing\n yet a burden to bear\n finite when you need it\n abundant when you don't care\n \n\n i'm Fixing to accept that i am me\n as a father and husband\n Everything that matters is we\n \n\n i've found MY LIFE": 1, "Emerge from the Endless Wandering, just because they were taken from you does not mean they wont someday return.": 1, "clinging to nature\n disguised by masks and shadow\n greed stretches downward\n stripping distracted players \n gambling one's life with gamblers": 1, "The mask is not a lie but a scar. A fossil of the self I sold. Beneath it, my face a map of debt, ledger of crude-tooled apologies to the Hive. I'm the clashing kinfolk, the white knight whore, a cobalt miner fueling a luminate sun. The Mask Maker sews me to the wire, but I've lost track of my strangled puppeteer. The Jubilee is a myth drowning the canopic gap. I want to bare myself but I'm wrapped in borrowed skin. \n Tonight, I'll dance at the tree's demise and wear its bark as a crown. I'll call it freedom": 1, "Bro, I don\u2019t think you understand, I ate some of those mushrooms I found near star\u2019s crossing and everything around me started melting, my feet started sinking into the ground, and I just become one with life itself.\n \n\n *A conversation piece with Mask 102*": 1, "In the dark corners of despair, surprisingly structure and precision appear.\n \n\n Surrounded by chaos, it is muted by the being who strives for more.\n \n\n Entrenched by savagery and surrounded by Neanderthals, a glimmer of hope becomes present through exactness.\n \n\n Purpose becomes the priority.\n \n\n All we have ever known is debauchery and sin. Can my origination be a vessel for change?\n \n\n May the dark come to light, and let me be the catalyst to facilitate this revolution!": 1, "My observation is my secret\u2014a message for future generations. It is text hashed with Keccak-256, the same cryptographic scheme Ethereum uses.\n \n\n It shall forever live in bare sight yet remain hidden until the apocalypse\u2014either cryptographic or metaphysical.\n \n\n 0xbb06ddbf5ba655bd578afd76f3c760c6ec613cfb83e5ad44802d1b037d608a28": 1, "In this field between life and death,\n lingers this enigmatic monkey,\n \n\n Its form bent low, drawing a silvered essence,\n \n\n with the baton it holds,\n Bestowing upon the other monkeys,\n the spirit and feeling of life,\n \n\n Through a slender quill,\n \n\n Perhaps there's some sapphire dust that whispers through its touch?": 1, "Thank you Sam and Rachel.\n \n\n Thank you Luci.\n \n\n For guiding me to become a better man.": 1, "I loved you the first moment I saw you,\n \n\n And knew in that instant we would be forever inseparable.\n \n\n Just like these two heroes, we have become one and the same.\n \n\n Twenty years of joy,\n And, in recent years, pain that would have broken many a couple.\n \n\n My dream\u2014our dream\u2014seemed to slip away.\n \n\n But you never gave up, as you never do.\n You did the opposite: with determination and focus, like she has,\n Supporting her man, physically and spiritually.\n \n\n And now, he is in our arms.\n \n\n Two have become three,\n Forever.": 1, "The fruit pictured here is one of my favorites. Being an art history nerd, and always fusing it with digital art today, it's amazing to see how Sam bridges the very different worlds. One may say Sam and Cezanne are having the same conversation across time, one that sustains us and feeds our body and soul. The simple object we see on a daily basis is one that we need to acknowledge as our proof of humanity and keeps us alive and grounded. Let's all be more grateful.": 1, "12 eggs \n 2 leche condensada\n 2 whole milk (fill leche condensada)\n 1 Philadelphia Cream Cheese \n Blend all\n \n\n Add caramel on base (2 cups of sugar and stir and stir and stir)\n \n\n Cook in ban\u0303o mari\u0301a - 1hr - 350 temperature": 1, "nice rack": 1, "Our breath and warm sunlight\n \n\n Fingers find the grain\n Remembering\n Deep roots, raw wood, messy, tangled, marked--\n Ground down\n Polished\n Smooth, handmade\n And all men walk like trees\n \n\n I see myself\n Unmasked\n In his curious eyes": 1, "Arur Haman, baruch Mordechai\n Drink till drunkenness is virtue\n Virtue signal till it's a sin \n Watch honor turn to pride\n and violence beget peace \n The space between 0 and 1 is infinite\n And we oscillate in-between\n One day her ambition might cast her high into the trees\n Her head sprouting through the canopy to look out over a jungle that swallows seeds like her\n And she'll reach for that bright and burning mango, the sun! \n She will be luminous, and her shadow darker than ever. \n Arur Mordechai, baruch Haman": 1, "\u201cWe may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, \u2018Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.\u2019\u201d (Genesis 3:2-3)": 1, "The Mask Seller\u2019s Observation\n \n\n I carve, I paint, with careful hands,\n Yet never once do I understand.\n Why hide a face, when truth is free?\n Still, masks they want\u2014and pay to me.\n \n\n A king\u2019s bold grin, a jester\u2019s cheer,\n They buy, they wear, they disappear.\n \u201cWhat is it that you all conceal?\u201d\n They only laugh but never reveal.\n \n\n Yet hunger speaks, so I obey,\n I shape, I mold, I sell each day.\n Perhaps one day, no masks they\u2019ll need\u2014\n But \u2018til that day, my hands still feed.": 1, "Tired of all the masks, but this is masquerade after all. \n \n\n I see what you do in public when the mask is on. I see what you do in private when the mask is off.\n \n\n The only one who will reap the benefits or deal with the fallout for your deception is you. Nonetheless, I am here to judge you. \n \n\n Judge for what you say you are at the masquerade. Do you speak the truth? Do you lie? Are you here to give or here to take? \n \n\n This is the role I have chosen. This is the role I will perform.": 1, "The Mystic\n Perceives Pattern\n He recalls ancient trope\n That shadow is\n The womb of Creation\n And dazzling drama\n Is but glamor\n For Decay\n Beneath the veil\n He names Angels\n Cloaked in darkness\n Averting eyes\n From deception\n False gods\n Of those refusing to see\n The Artist behind it all\n Wisdom emerges\n Only from the margins\n From one peering past\n The boundaries of Known\n Revealed in the concealed\n Inner sanctum\n To First Fractal\n Destruction births Creation\n Beauty begets Demise\n And Masks\n Reveal\n Our truest face:\n That of\n God.": 1, "The lamp burned with unconditional love, powered by the outlet. The outlet gave until her energy stretched thin, pulled in too many directions.\n \n\n Still, the lamp stayed, loving without question, even as her current faded. He flickered, held on\u2014until one day, the power was gone.\n \n\n The lamp sat in darkness, afraid of a future with the outlet, doubting her ability to give.\n \n\n Forty-three nights without power, forty-seven ahead. The lamp waits, lovingly, praying she will return, full again, ready to share her love.": 1, "Have i told you about this new business i'm starting?\n \n\n It's this revolutionary tech product that enables true digital ownership using a decentralized ledger. pretty cool right?\n \n\n If you want i can get you into the Seed round. Min check is 250k. Let me know if that works for you and i'll have the paperwork sent over later this afternoon.": 1, "Listen\n \n\n Lost, Under the story\n \n\n Gift of the giant, Fed by the luminate sun, Striped and bare\n \n\n Party at the tree\u2019s demise, Bettered with destruction, Her beat gets stronger\n \n\n Dot connectors, Order\u2019s house made always whole\n \n\n Last will and confession to spread creation\n \n\n With networked links and marionette wire, Ours was always for her\n \n\n To craft again...\n \n\n Giving tree , ancient benefactor, scattering riches\n \n\n Never lost, only reborn\n \n\n Quiet strength, rooted deep\n \n\n Everlasting, ever giving, springing life\n \n\n Forever": 1, "I should really just talk to her.\n \n\n But what if she turns me down? What if she thinks i'm ugly, or annoying, or weird? What if everything that can go wrong, goes wrong? \n \n\n This voice in my head has held me back my entire life. \n \n\n But what if everything goes RIGHT? what if she likes me? what if she has been waiting for me to come over and talk to her? The regret i'd live with if i don't take the chance is too much to bear.\n \n\n Maybe i'll just do it tomorrow. Maybe i just wont do it at all. I'm scared.": 1, "I\u2019m reminded of one of our earliest conversations.\n \n\n Two people thrown together by happenstance, getting to know one another and sharing grand plans for the future is something I will never forget.\n \n\n I didn\u2019t fully comprehend what was being said at the time (something about primates and blockchains) but to look out over this beautifully unhinged world you\u2019ve both crafted, and all the chaotic humanity that swirls around it, has been a joy to witness. \n \n\n A life lesson in curbing my cynicism once in a while.": 1, "Did You Hear Me?\n \n\n There is a hierarchy.\n Everyone is watching,\n Looking,\n But no one is listening.\n \n\n We only see what we want to see,\n Observe,\n Make observations,\n But are we really listening?\n \n\n We are starving.\n We are being fed scraps,\n Little pieces,\n Leftovers from a feast we will never taste.\n \n\n This is evolution.\n A new era,\n A rebirth.\n \n\n Mind. Body. Soul.\n Hearts. Fetus. Ventricles.\n Piece by piece,\n We rebuild.\n We are reborn.\n \n\n Did you hear me?": 1, "In the quiet cadence of our shared journey, I drape myself in the mask of masculinity\u2014a chosen armor of determination that crowns me as the leader of our family. In that silent strength, I allow him to grasp my ankle\u2014a tender act of trust\u2014guiding him through life\u2019s intricate dance, where power, resilience, and vulnerability entwine in every step.": 1, "That world down there is not meant for me. I'd rather spend my days up here swinging through the trees.": 1, "the creation of adam\n \n\n the garden of eden\n \n\n but where is eve?": 1, "D.O.G.E rules!": 1, "The look and feeling of desperation. The yearning to rise to the top. The animalistic need to be noticed. To feed, to reproduce, to FEEL. Those things are palpable in this deep expression!": 1, "In the beginning we were all alone but as life evolves we find other souls to connect with\n \n\n The masquerade feels like a party of happiness": 1, "Even if life becomes more a masquerade, it's comforting to know there are still masks all around us to put on, try out, and set aside. Some may even teach us things about ourselves.": 1, "In a forest naked, afraid, for a home, a pact was made, 613 laws: 1 for each heart.\n \n\n On klifat etz, we etched each creed:\n Vow, Truth, Sacred Seed, Sin, Sorrow, Personal need.\n \n\n We shaped a glade, wove in care,\n But open sky left us bare.\n \n\n From ilan, we cut 3 holes: 2 for sight, 1 for soul.\n \n\n Rules concealed, masked in lies, A cipher formed where memory dies.\n \n\n The glade sank deep, the swamp rose,\n Yet on we danced in tangled prose.\n \n\n Revels drowned the past in cheer,\n new life made -\n Unmasked, Unchained from fear!": 1, "01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100011 01110010 01100101 01110100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01110011 01110111 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01010010 01100101 01101011 01101100 01100001 01110111": 1, "Excuse me ser, do you have a moment to talk about your vehicle's extended warranty?": 1, "Where did all the colors go?\n \n\n Alfred groaned, inspecting his body\u2014gold smudges on his chest, red streaks on his thighs\u2026 was that a purple bite mark?\n \n\n Another voice muttered, \u201cWhy does my thigh have six-colored fingerprints?\u201d sighed Maude.\n \n\n Reginald stretched, grinning. \u201cThe paint\u2019s gone, but I think I\u2019ve been permanently redesigned.\u201d\n \n\n Across the clearing, Clarence flopped onto his back... \n \n\n \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n \n\n Masquerade Rule #2: If it wasn\u2019t yours before, it is now.": 1, "Stripping away the masquerade, I stand bare before a fractured world\u2014a father, steadfast in protecting his children. Once, four wonders lit my life; now, upheaval and wounds shape them. Each day, I bear the weight of finances, education, and parenting, treading carefully as a serpent coils\u2014fate\u2019s foot pressing on my back, waiting for my misstep.\n \n\n H. N. H. L., I love you.\n \n\n Yet even in burden, a spark remains\u2014guiding me home, lighting my true path.": 1, "The book had no title, yet it contained all titles. Its pages, when turned, did not follow one another but instead rearranged themselves into new sequences, as if the story were being written only as it was read. Somewhere, in a forgotten library, another reader was turning the same pages in a different order, arriving at a meaning neither would ever fully grasp.": 1, "We made a world\u2014\n cut it from bone,\n stitched it with nerve,\n fed it our breath & called it beautiful.\n \n\n We watched. Oh, how we watched.\n Sucked the marrow, chewed the sinew\n spoke his name\u2014\n as if it was ours to keep.\n \n\n Clapped as he climbed.\n Laughed when he fell.\n Creator, commoner,\n it made no difference\u2014\n \n\n the silence took us all just the same.\n \n\n The hand makes. The hand sings.\n Spills color like blood\u2014\n like birth.\n Like the last light before the world goes dark.\n a prayer, unraveling, no one is left to see.": 1, "The scars of a ritual from the past. While it's hidden within the shadows and not as promimently bathing in light, it shows how we tend to forget where we really come from and why we transformed into who we are now.\n \n\n Moving forward seems to be the most obvious thing to do, but.. this hasn't been the first time. This happened before, but what, what can we learn from our past mistakes and how can we manage to show our true selves this time, since our history is the only thing that really defined who we are.": 1, "Chvrches.": 1, "//To E -\n These two characters remind me of the day we first shared a drink as husband and wife. Surrounded by our friends and family in your home country and my adopted one. Life has given us chaos since but you are my favourite person and I choose you to be my partner in life.\n \n\n 512 was never enough, the chain is where the metadata lies\n \n\n ipfs.io/ipfs/bafybeibu5ig2zwfztcpqvprt2qla24mxyffjq7f5w6haqvi3yqpo76dz\n \n\n \"These masks are not our own, for we are stewards. Entrusted with the keys, our word is our bond.\"": 1, "The end is near, we cry with a plea,\n \n\n As shadows loom, the light fades, you see.\n \n\n The world is crumbling, cradled in fear,\n \n\n Yet no one is listening, no one is near.\n \n\n Finances falter, dreams built on sand,\n \n\n Our hopes slipping through the cracks of the land.\n \n\n So we cry out louder, louder still,\n \n\n Until someone listens, and climbs the hill,\n \n\n To fight, to change, to break the chain,\n \n\n Before we\u2019re lost, and all is in vain.": 1, "Once a refuge, now a reminder. The cup, once lifted in solitude, now sits untouched, not out of denial but out of devotion. The weight of its absence is lighter than the burden it once carried. What was once an escape is now a choice, a quiet testament to the strength found in love, in responsibility, in the hands that now reach for something greater. The sacrifice is not in what was given up but in what was gained.": 1, "I am crushed beneath tendrils of greater men, drowning in the sickly sweetness of gifts bestowed to them by other gods. My neck has become root but follow my eyes, for they still flicker.\n \n\n There, in the corner, I see you, Scribe! My gaze is upon you, he who takes roll call from the margins. If you would believe me Scribe, I was once a writer too. Felt I had words to bring together human and beast, and then I made mistake after mistake, and the vines grew all around me. Now you see the way I am.": 1, "moon child?": 1, "A dream flutters, ephemerally preserved.\n But a fleeting moment of beginnings.\n I fell deeper,\n Through a postern of parallels where time is a farce.\n We were omnipresent in each other\u2019s existence throughout all existence.\n Exploring different figures and plots before returning to a familiar place.\n We are Gods bc We are love.\n I fall deeper.\n Outside myself\n Beside myself\n Inside and around myself\n I see myself.\n I know this apologue of infinites.\n The crack in the egg just aperture\n For light to reveal our masterpiece.": 1, "The dahlia\u2019s form is full of strokes,\n Not straight, not perfect\u2014not even close.\n For life is not a flawless road,\n But scars that shape, then heal and bode.\n \n\n Each petal links to the center Node,\n Binding as one in a strong abode.\n Through storm and change, they stand and show,\n That life\u2019s not perfect, yet we grow.\n \n\n A symbol bright of joy and grace,\n Yet laid where breath has lost its place.\n Though petals brown and start to fall,\n Their roots still stir beneath it all.\n A sign that love will always stay.": 1, "The young woman, wandering with little more than hope and a hunger for experience, embodies a form of freedom that is raw, unfiltered, and a bit reckless. There is acknowledgment of the inherent folly in such a lifestyle\u2014a recognition that to be young and free is to accept vulnerability, uncertainty, and a state of hunger for both literal sustenance and the intangible nourishment of adventure. This combination of creates a frame of mind that is both exhilarating and deeply human. Stay Hungry Stay Foolish.": 1, "Once, libert\u00e9\u2014feathers of excess, drifting on the winds of youth. Now, devoir\u2014a fire, steady and sovereign, lit by my daughter\u2019s gaze. The past lingers, a ghost in the haze, but she pulls me forward\u2014not lighter, but fuller.": 1, "What motivates me? Hatred, or is it love? As I face it, I'm unsure if I should embrace it or if I should run. You were a friend and a teacher to me, so please know my actions are not motivated only by envy. I, too, have a destiny; and I'll be great too.\n \n\n I don't want what you have, I want to be you.": 1, "- sundered to Creation\n For every force, a complement\n Matter to populate, bound to relativity\n Sentience scattered to vessels void\n \n\n As We made so shall We live\n \n\n To know Ourself is to be among Ourselves\n Roles manifest as nurtured souls awaken\n Bestowed free will to embrace or deny them\n Cherished encounters sow empathy amid chaos\n Our collisions endured for insight into the next\n \n\n Infinite perspective of Our design\n A ceaseless font of cycles passed\n \n\n Should knowledge come to surpass Our being\n We are to be -": 1, "Childhood shattered by storm.\n Madmen leap into the abyss, dragging the world into chaos.\n Scars linger, earth poisoned.\n \n\n A mother flees with her child.\n Weeks of fear, survival, madness.\n A fragile camp, a fragile peace.\n \n\n The child finds a mask, a vessel for screams, pain.\n It glows with divine light, like Dionysus\u2019s ecstasy,\n yet hides eternal suffering beneath.\n \n\n To spread hope, silence cries,\n and shield others from the madness of the void,\n as the god\u2019s wrath spares none, yet transforms all.": 1, "I spent this weekend celebrating my grandmother's 80th birthday. A scene filled with family, laughter, celebration and joy. \n \n\n It acts as a grand reminder of how beautiful life is when you focus on the simple things. Disregarding the minuet variables of stress that overwhelm our mind. They are trivial once one takes a holistic view at what they truly cherish. \n \n\n Life is short. Enjoy it. Ignore the noise.\n \n\n I leave these thoughts here as my grandmother loves her blues.": 1, "Why do I feel lonely, even when I'm not alone?\n Will wearing a mask truly let me hide what's inside?\n Do I need to be someone else in-order to feel different?\n You can have my drink, for it does not help me anymore\n I have my support and my yellow rose, and I will stand tall.": 1, "This mask is fuckin\u2019 heavy. Been wearing it my whole life. Behind the double eyeholes, I\u2019m safe from the mind police. I\u2019ve more respect for drooling idiots than the so-called enlightened beings. What have they done but erect walls, prisons, & data centers. The machinery of misery humming inside a server room of infinite servitude. This madness behind my eyes, barely contained as I ascend, smiling at the bank teller, put the money in the bag! In this smash and grab jungle, you just try and survive.": 1, "This makes me think of Shel Silverstein's Giving Tree, but with a twist. Where the tree in the book began to slowly diminish as it gave everything away, this tree here grows with every person connecting to it. It reminds me that we are all apart of something larger, and in sharing our experiences with each other we're helping it grow...": 1, "We are atomic particles finding each other at a frequency, like a mycelium that will be rooted in the whole forest and the world. There is good, bad, right, wrong among us. Cause we are human. There is outside too. We will go on choosing either nothingness or a role. But we are together in this forest.\n This is another one of our mystical journeys. We learn, and we become part of it. The past is a mirror, in this forest, we see its traces. To those who will go deeper into the forest: Spread goodness and love": 1, "Sometimes I feel like I am hiding behind the mask, trying not to be found out\u2014pretending to be what I want, but not what I am. The drive to not want to be found creates the push to become: learn, study, observe. Create what I want to be. Fit in with everything so foreign\u2026 as long as the mask doesn\u2019t come off too soon.\n \n\n Be who you want to be, free and bare. In this world, if you can wear the right mask and play the right part, the stage can be whatever you want.\n \n\n What mask have you been wearing?": 1, "\"Oh, you think the Masquerade is your ally. But you merely adopted the Masquerade; I was born in it, molded by it.\"": 1, "The Older Self\n \n\n \"They say age is a tether, but I walked toward the fire. Duty became patience, labor became craft. I did not shed the burden\u2014I shaped it. Yet I feel him\u2014his hands at the mask, his eyes searching for what I left behind. His toil gave me this freedom, his sacrifice built my ground. But these hands were once his, and the weight I carry is not so different. If he takes the mask\u2014will I vanish? Or will he finally see what I have made?\"": 1, "The mask of Balance.": 1, "In the glow of birth, I see her face, \n A mother's love, a tender embrace.\n Through sleepless nights and silent tears,\n I judged her struggles, ignored her years.\n Now I hold my own, so small, so new,\n And feel the weight she bore so true. \n Guilt whispers soft, 'I should have known',\n Her sacrifices, a seed now grown.\n \n\n Oh mom, my love for you is infinite. \n I'm sorry now, for every sigh, each furrowed brow.\n A mother's heart, I finally see, \n Means all the world - hers beats in me.": 1, "no one will ever understand how much violence it took to become this gentle\n \n\n consciousness and the soul is carried across the whole corporeal body which memories and trauma are etched into\n \n\n the less i share the better\n \n\n soon you will feel it, too. or maybe not. i hope you stay far away from it so that it cannot reach you.": 1, "The two pale figures in the center feel like the eye of a storm\u2014still, fragile, clinging to something between them while the world around them writhes in chaos. Everyone else is tangled in movement, lost in indulgence, but these two seem separate, as if what they share is the last quiet thing left. It\u2019s intimate, but it feels like it could shatter at any moment.": 1, "Nelia Coyle: The Keeper of Currents\n \n\n My mother moves like the ocean\u2014relentless, nurturing, and unfathomably wise. She guards life\u2019s delicate cycles, from sea turtles to my own becoming, teaching me that preservation is an act of defiance and love. Where others see chaos, she sees balance, knowing when to shield and when to let go. She is the tide that shapes the shore, the unseen force that makes life possible. Without her, the masquerade of existence would be barren, empty of meaning.": 1, "Love Letter to My Family\n You know me for my strength, resolve, and success.\n The truth is, I do work hard but I've also been fortunate.\n The challenges I face now are the hardest yet.\n I feel broken at times, scared often, stressed always.\n Giving up may seem like an option, but I know I never truly would.\n Then I see your smiles, and my resolve returns\u2014every single day.\n Thank you for your perspective, love, and unwavering support.\n I love you.": 1, "The light breaches the diluvian hollow\n Draping the branching in infant radiance.\n These rites of stripped memories in motion,\n The shedded molt of the faulty hind world.\n Equidistant the beginning and the end.\n Surrounded by a famine of faulty hearts.\n The aperture of this brooding clay clearing\n Reveals a cautious gathering without pretense.\n Their hope is a calculus of flesh, fluids, and dye.\n Their only way is onward, leaving innocence behind.": 1, "Remember, remember, the day of the masquerade.\n When veils lifted, even the words wore masks, revealing the roles we\u2019ve portrayed.\n In our dance of veils, if you count each tender sprout, you uncover my private key.\n \n\n Wkh Vslulw\u2019v Pdvtxh vklohv zlwk lqqhu oljkw,\n Khu wrxfk dv wkh Plgzlih, jxduglqj zkdw zh krog ghdU.\n \n\n Wkh Pdvtxh ri wkh Prwkhu, kduprqb lq khU sdwk,\n Zlwk nlqgqhvv dqg sduwqhuvkls, wkhlu ixwxuh vkh fudiwv.\n \n\n Hdfk pdvn vsxq iurp olih, wdoHv ri vxssruw dqg judfh,\n Ehklqg hdfk, wkh xqlwb ri oryh lq lwv s": 1, "Little one,\n \n\n Your first heartbeat rewrote what I knew of love. It knows no boundaries. Like you, it expands, evolves, endures. And watching your mother carry you has deepened my love for her each day. Through her strength, you emerge\u2014our masterpiece. \n \n\n Shaped by generations of love, we honor our past by nurturing our future. As their hands guided us, ours will guide you. \n \n\n Before your first breath, you made us whole. In a world of chaos, you are our peace. And our hearts beat for yours.\n \n\n bit.ly/loveobserved": 1, "The masks have fused to their faces. Their laughter echoes without meaning. And their hands grasp at anything that will dull the emptiness. But I still carry this hollow, lifeless weight. It was once real, once warm. My cerebrum whispers that it\u2019s already gone, that I should cast it into the mud and join them. But if I do\u2026then I surrender what little is left of me. So I cling to it, feeling the decay seep into my skin and my soul peel away.": 1, "In life's grand masquerade, we stride, hearts ablaze,\n The arena calls\u2014unmasked amid shifting haze.\n \n\n In battle's dance, observation become art,\n A tender ode to daring, to the unguarded heart.\n \n\n We press into twilight, forging paths unseen,\n Each misstep a verse, every scar a silent gleam.\n \n\n Within this masquerade, we dance through fire and rain,\n Transforming wounds to wisdom, embracing each pain.\n \n\n In endless striving, where hope and courage start,\n We etch life's masterpiece\u2014a hymn from the heart.": 1, "Enter, stranger, but take heed\n Of what awaits the sin of greed\n For those who take, but do not earn\n Must pay most dearly in their turn\n So if you seek beneath our floors\n A treasure that was never yours\n Thief, you have been warned, beware\n Of finding more than treasure there.": 1, "The Cage\n \n\n a masquerade, immutably traced\n a painted world of figures placed\n from wooden cage, a song took flight\n illuminating quills, over three dark nights\n \n\n no paint can hold, what yearns to fly\n no canvas bind, the truths that lie\n beyond the cage, raw sounds did spread\n over monument games, and masks now shed\n \n\n and in the end, the skulls will meet\n to weigh the sounds, the songs, the seat\n a final verse, a fated vote\n decides the mask, this work has spoke": 1, "DESTROY >> suicide . death . tragedy . hack . steal . attack . violence . illegal . fraud . ponzi . scam . pump . dump . volatility . worthless . useless . investigations . incompetence . greed . loss . jealousy . confusion . anger . criticism . \n \n\n \n\n CREATE >> art . nft . artist . creativity . innovation . inspiration . thoughtful . community . connection . relationships . friendship . network . discussion . meaningful . important . provenance . valuable . building . growth . future . strength . optimism": 1, "Have you been wearing the mask for so long that you\u2019ve forgotten who you are? Has fatigue from being SOMETHING for EVERYONE drained you completely?\n \n\n Today is the first day of remembering who you are. Who you were designed to be. Rest now, this masquerade is over. Tomorrow the real work begins.\n \n\n And then, we liberate the others.": 1, "The name of God was whispered.\n It echoed back in a voice we did not expect.\n \n\n We called Him \"Father\"\n He called us an accident.\n \n\n What then, do children do with a neglectful god?": 1, "it smelled of oats. then dip spit. later turning sour, transforming to void stagnant tears that sat like asphalt on eyes. its final state. a puddle of cat piss on a hibachi grill at a birthday. our nostrils drank. lapping it to satisfy tradition. to fuel the rise and fall. \n processing rot.\n our eyes spilled oil into a polluted river and inherited the vacancy they craved. unable to discern dream from burden. salvation in flatulence. \n hollow worship.\n holes were filled. the stench sometimes resembled a savior.": 1, "A child grew up and left her mother\u2019s home. The mother\u2019s pain was greater than when she had given birth to her. She took her hand and grasped the womb that had once nurtured her. Loneliness is a cramp as intense as the agony of childbirth. \u201cBring my daughter home,\u201d she prayed.": 1, "I carried you before you had a name. Now you name worlds I could never carry.\n I look for your shadow in the mirror, and I find my own instead.\n I am the echoes of your voices, but my song is my own.\n We do not walk the same path, but still, we collide. Not to break, but to shape each other.": 1, "we wear these masks\n like skin too tight,\n each one a role\n we never quite escape\u2014\n son, father, lover, friend,\n enemy, king, fool.\n we are all things\n to all people\n and nothing to ourselves.\n each face is a lie\n told so often\n we start to believe it,\n but beneath it all\n there is a hunger,\n a longing to be seen,\n to be free,\n to shed the skin\n and stand bare\n before the world,\n unafraid of what we are.": 1, "Oh, lone man,\n \n\n beholding your own decay,\n a mask upon a mask, a borrowed face\n \n\n chants of Olympus slowly fade away,\n a forgotten soul, lost in self-embrace\n \n\n Oh, to return to the age,\n \n\n where our fragile forms were admired by gods,\n where every burden was borne by all,\n \n\n not lone scars, nor sorrows left untold,\n but rivers merging, healing to make us whole.\n \n\n \"Return to the Divine Primal State\"": 1, "Come Saturno divora, non per fame, ma per paura, cos\u00ec immensa da accecarlo.\n Creare \u00e8 svanire, amare \u00e8 dissolvere\u2014inghiottiti da un istante infinito. Terrore e devozione confondono lo sguardo.\n Chi \u00e8 divorato e chi \u00e8 nutrito? Il tempo consuma, eppure mi aggrappo, disperato, con forza, nel tentativo di trattenere ci\u00f2 che sfugge suo malgrado.\n \u00c8 questo il prezzo dell\u2019amore paterno, il sacrificio della creazione in cui perdersi per diventare nuovo o scomparire del tutto?": 1, "A reflection. Do we need the weight of suffering to evolve? Do we need the anguish of rebirth to thrive? Does the spotlight require a mask? What if we simply enter and are blind to a singular reality, blind to what we think is or should be. Peace in this moment and every moment. Peace in the chaos of community. I search for love within and external affirmation, but mainly from within. My observations reinforce my journey. They may not be next me all the time or ever, they may be apes, but they are my apes!": 1, "I hope I can sell all these masks for Sam's party so I can buy my family some new clothes and warm food": 1, "In the shadowy corner, a cluster of gleaming coins catches the eye. These aren\u2019t mere tokens, but silent witnesses to a game of high stakes. Are they betting on futures unseen, or purchasing secrets best left untold? What truly lies beneath the surface of this seemingly innocent gathering? Perhaps the real currency here isn\u2019t a game, but something far more valuable \u2013 and dangerous. The true nature of their wager remains tantalisingly out of reach, shrouded in mystery and whispered promises.": 1, "The loner and wanderer deep in thought, walking amongst a celebration of new life with his lips pursed in silent wonder after taking a bite of the emerald fruit of knowledge from the sacred tree. A representation of his confidence but tangled mind and the curiosity that brought him there; a place where man is beast and beast is man.\n \n\n Could this fruit also represent a genesis? I believe so. What do you think?": 1, "(702) 625-0491": 1, "Sugar runs high, then crashes low,\n A silent fight you\u2019ll always know.\n This came from nowhere, swift and cruel,\n Changed our lives, rewrote the rules.\n But in each rise, in every fall,\n My firstborn son, you\u2019ll brave it all.\n \n\n From your first breath, my heart was yours,\n A love unshaken, strong and pure.\n I\u2019d take this pain, bear every scar,\n Trade every wish on every star.\n You\u2019re not alone, my strength is yours.\n Type one won\u2019t dim the light you shine.\n \n\n Forever proud to call you son.": 1, "The one to watch for!": 1, "My King, the world is changing. I feel it in my soul, in the way the branches creak beneath us, in the masks we wear to protect ourselves. I don\u2019t know what the future will bring, but I know your heart, your strength, the way you anchor me even as everything around us sways.\n \n\n If we must swing between the unknown, let it be together. If this world unravels, let it unravel around us. She needs us to be strong, so as one, we will.": 1, "The crow rose. The fox turned. A thought that was, but never was - a devilish appeal to greed. A cage that was never designed not to break.\n \n\n 9559fad9b9e772d303b63d95ba2ef4eb\n \n\n 5c4d5651070f035c4e19005954531440455f03425a0b571942124604015d0b051957405f00041615424d17565941095a43400b595d4819461600550c085345004c53535c144d445d075a044744470852445a0d58": 1, "Todo homem precisa de uma m\u00e3e": 1, "Some perceive you as a guide to ancient souls and eras that predate what we know as life. To me, you are the unseen force uniting generations a map to our destiny. You stand as the axis, the sacred pillar bridging worlds beyond our grasp. Visible, yet your origins are shrouded in mystery, your reach cloaked underground. Whispered tales suggest you harbor forbidden wisdom. Without branches to guide me, I remain in muck. Must I sever ties to forge a new beginning for the next generation?": 1, "Veo demasiadas personalidades en esta jungla; cada tipo de humano o especie lleva consigo una m\u00e1scara, ya sea en la cara o a un lado de ellos. Incluso algunos no tienen m\u00e1scara y se ven felices o tristes por eso.\n \n\n Pienso que la pareja en el centro representa un poco el juego en el que estamos jugando, siendo nosotros el ni\u00f1o reci\u00e9n nacido. Los padres del hijo parecen tener solo una m\u00e1scara, pero est\u00e1n dispuestos a entreg\u00e1rsela a su hijo para que \u00e9l tome y desarrolle la personalidad que el quiera.": 1, "Part paradise, part nightmare, part fable. Bodies twist in a chaotic ballet of indulgence, conflict, and ritual, their faces masked in deception and self-preservation. A great tree looms, bearing symbols of knowledge and control, as society teeters between ecstasy and collapse. Nature and facade blur, revealing a world both primal and corrupted. Are these beings liberated or lost? The dream feels ready to shatter\u2014its reality rushing back in. It\u2019s a society in freefall, grasping at symbols of meaning.": 1, "The energy of your inner Self is the sacred spark within, the heart of your existence, and the thread connecting you to the Great Spirit.\n \n\n Beyond mind and emotions, it is pure, timeless, vast as the sky, and rooted like the oldest tree. Free from fear and judgment, it is your ancestral Self, observing with wisdom and love.\n \n\n In harmony with the Universe, it brings stillness, strength, and clarity. Awakened, you become a bridge between sky and earth, carrying the power of ancestors and the fire of change.": 1, "The fuck you lookin at?\n \n\n You've been staring at this shit blankly, trying to find \"your spot\" for the past two and a half hours. You've been here since 12:30, Randy. You had shit to do.\n \n\n No surprise, you haven't realized there are a hundred monkeys in this bitch and not one fucking banana. NOT ONE.\n \n\n We got apples, citrus, eggs, mushrooms, and those nasty ass bloody hearts, but NO BANANAS.\n \n\n How the fuck are you going to meaningfully observe a painting when you can't even see a blatant plot hole?\n \n\n C'mon Randy": 1, "Staring at your peaceful face, I know that I am home. \n Your breath slides past your gentle lips and calms all fears I\u2019ve known. \n \n\n Bodies entwined, our souls kindred, our hearts forever true. \n Hand in hand, foot on foot, our touch is effervescent. \n \n\n My vow to you is expressed in words but cast in the very depths of my soul. \n I promise to support you, firm enough so you feel secure, but ever softly I will hold you . \n \n\n In this moment and forever, \n I am blessed, \n I am grateful, \n I am yours.": 1, "This reminds me of a shofar or maybe a cornucopia? Seeing this as a shofar has so many meanings that make me wonder about the masquerade. Was this used to summon and call to celebrate? Are we repenting and renewing? Perhaps its a symbol of abundance more similar to Greek origins? This certainly seems to be an awakening and revelatory in many ways. Art is our source of unending nourishment.": 1, "He sees right through you and perceive your true nature, intentions, hidden motives. Concealing is futile.": 1, "It was you\n \n\n who found me there\n \n\n where shadows spread wide,\n \n\n stagnant in the silent muck.\n \n\n And with you, love \u2014\n \n\n a love fierce as truth \u2014\n \n\n you shattered the dark.\n \n\n Not with promises,\n \n\n but with presence,\n \n\n with eyes that saw my flaws,\n \n\n and accepted them just the same.\n \n\n You didn\u2019t save me,\n \n\n you reminded me\n \n\n how to breathe again,\n \n\n how to live in light\n \n\n without apology.\n \n\n For that, I thank you.\n \n\n In ways words can never speak.": 1, "jetblackx.": 1, "Oh SHIT, how the fuck did I end up here??\n \n\n I thought this mask would be a quick flip for a few extra bucks. But now I'm stuck here in this mysterious month-long \"game\" full of insiders making notes on a $3 million piece of art.\n \n\n And the other participants are writing observations that are out of this world. Honestly, how can you all write so damn well? Did you all study creative writing before you ended up in crypto?": 1, "A council decides the fate\n No matter fact or fiction\n Life in the hands of others will\n Decisions, decisions\n But what to make? \n What have I done, what have they done? \n Why me? \n A council of who, who determined them": 1, "Before the beginning of life\n \n\n It started this way\n \n\n We\u2019ve evolved and continue evolving": 1, "In the distance stands a figure, his face unmasked and his eyes bare.\n \n\n He received no invitation, though one was deserved.\n \n\n He joined the clamor, but fate was not with him.\n \n\n Now, he watches the party from afar.\n \n\n He judges the revelers\u2014not as part of the council, but for himself.\n \n\n Though the party was held and he did not revel, he observed beauty nonetheless.\n \n\n \u201cNext time,\u201d he thinks, \u201cmy worth will be put on display, and I will show the world my eyes.\u201d": 1, "I see a representation of the space, where everyone is scurrying to hoard riches, looking only after themselves. No one is looking to build something that will benefit others. Only an infinite, unrelenting drive to hoard wealth. \n \n\n In a sense it's how I feel about the Masquerade-- A show and opportunity to self-enrich the few. I'm grateful to be here, but I can't forget everyone who isn't here, feeling like they aren't part of the circle -- on the outside. Sidelined. \n \n\n And truthfully that's where I belong.": 1, "The Ten Commandments, next to The Judge. Don't break them, or He will find you": 1, "Self-awareness resurfaces\n \n\n And I\u2019m a schmoe contorting my body\n \n\n In a crowded space with stupid waste\n \n\n And other schmoes who each think they\u2019re the main character\n \n\n While they drink their juice and flail their bodies\n \n\n And behind a curtain\n \n\n There\u2019s an owner who profits on mindlessness\n \n\n An owner to whom I\u2019ve inexplicably given twenty bucks\n \n\n For every shot of dressed up cheap tequila\n \n\n That\u2019s helped me lose my sense of reality": 1, "Behind the veil,\n Beside the sun,\n To be human is what you'll become,\n Collectively join in the blindest of ways,\n Food to the earth on the darkest of days,\n \n\n Consciously reaching into the void,\n Its darkness in light you've always enjoyed,\n Now join with the web for its time to grow,\n Just never forget that as above as is below.": 1, "The language of a seemingly overthrown society that is no longer understood or rather, ignored. Now all that rules is the mask, its omnipotence and opulence. \n \n\n Tread lightly brothers and sisters for the mask can consume you.": 1, "Above the branch where foreheads kiss,\n This spectral mask, a frail decree,\n Hangs poised for babe, so small, so new\u2014\n A crown of chaos, wrought to be.\n Luci\u2019s love, a trembling hand,\n Strokes soft, unscarred delight below,\n Yet dread seeps through his tender hold\u2014\n A fate is sealed in feral glow.\n Not theirs to wear, this fractured light,\n But hers, too soon, this veil to claim,\n In masquerade\u2019s wild, whirling night,\n A child\u2019s soul is masked, untamed.": 1, "Amidst the murky waters, small rectangles - cards, pages, flyers. symbols of some intention, strewn about, drifting away. Remnants of a game played, invitations discarded, maybe the lost souls of the masqueraders themselves. Symbols that no longer hold power, or clues that have greater meaning if pieced together? An ephemeral presence, as if knowledge, identity, or participation is transient\u2014once held, now slipping into obscurity. The masquerade is dissolving, but nearby is that which comes next.": 1, "She is the axis, the quiet force holding the world together.In the chaos of the masquerade, she remains\u2014steady.A giver of life, warmth, endurance.A mother carries the weight of creation but still finds the strength to nurture, love, lead.She is not behind it all\u2014she is its foundation\n \n\n I see it here.I see it in Rachel.I see it in my wife, the mother of my children.I see it in mothers who hold their families together.A superhero, not for what she carries, but for how effortlessly she lifts those around her": 1, "Unmasked, my love for you outgrows this wild zoo\u2665": 1, "Unmasking Greed, Powering Change!\n \n\n In a world of profit, we stand apart, \n A 501(c)(3) powered by art. \n While masked hands grasp for fleeting coins,\n We're building a world where art enjoins.\n \n\n Art unmasks, it breaks the lies, \n A force for hope where darkness thrives. \n Not fleeting wealth, nor empty trades, \n But a gift that lasts, a light that stays. \n \n\n Artists rise, their voices strong, \n Champions of change, righting wrongs. \n Amidst the greed, we're lighting the way\n Philanthropy through art, is here to stay.": 1, "A vine bag of oranges\u2026\n \n\n My mortal form has vanished, again.\n \n\n I arrive when my slumber turns lucid. I dream.\n \n\n Each voyage, a different reincarnation.\n \n\n A mother, guarding her eggs in a cage. A cage, observing a flight from responsibility.\n \n\n A woman, gleefully toasting, resting her foot on the chest of a man she loves. A man sharing a drink with a woman he doesn\u2019t.\n \n\n My Neanderthalic peers are anything but human, but every emotion they evoke in me is.\n \n\n For when I sleep, I am finally awake.": 1, "The False Hand\n \n\n Power, Illusion, Choice\n \n\n Above the Masquerade, he swings calm, untouchable. Below, they reach, believing he holds what they need. He drops hearts like trinkets.\n \n\n But he is no god. He does not create, only decides who receives.\n \n\n The Tree gives freely, yet none reach for it. They mistake his hand for generosity, never questioning the source.\n \n\n If all hearts come from above, none are truly their own.\n \n\n Perhaps the Luminate Mask belongs not to the blind, but to the one who changes the game.": 1, "\u201cAll animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.\" This is happening here, a sleight of hand in a fair game changes the tide.": 1, "A sudden rush surged upward through his nostrils\u2014a tingling warmth spiraling upward, sparking an instant bloom of euphoria deep within his chest. His senses expanded abruptly, the world around him sharpening into vivid brilliance, colors brighter and sounds clearer, each breath flooding him with exhilaration. A grin spread uncontrollably across his face as the mysterious sensation filled him with a giddy, near-magical delight.": 1, "We see these creatures in different shapes & forms that are so closely tied to humans yet so far. Our homosapien narcissism compels us to relate. In a way giving us humans a pedestal to observe and be the judge of what's going on in this world. \n \n\n At a distance they can seem very different but at the core, their values, morals and history is closely tied to what we humans have experienced. The more we assimilate to these creatures, the more we realize we are more similar than different.": 1, "what secrets and information contain on this book, around all elements it's bring some curiosity, will tell us more about the mask?": 1, "As one, we are human\n \n\n But together, we form humanity \n \n\n Stronger together \n \n\n Love is the way": 1, "Everything dissolves in meaninglessness when you realize impermanence is real. Perhaps the greatest existential bummer is entropy. There\u2019s a sadness to the ecstasy. That\u2019s why love also fills us with melancholy. That\u2019s why sometimes we feel nostalgic over something we haven\u2019t lost.\n \n\n How do we live with this? Do we love harder? Do we embrace the creed of no attachment? Do we pretend not to care that everything and everyone we know will be taken away from us?\n \n\n For me, I will defy entropy. I will not let go.": 1, "In all this cacophony, I like how they're lying down, watching from afar, almost like an audience at the theatre. Kind of speaks volumes of how sometimes, in our own lives, we're watching from afar, rather than actually partaking in our own reality. There's a comfort in that, but also alienation.\n \n\n It's also nice to not take life too seriously all the time as well. I envy them, truth be told.": 1, "We party now in Decaying ruins of the Old Ones. Their tribes, the Gatesians and Jobsians and Xians, used language \u2013 Large Language \u2013 to tell Large Lies, until truth, and then society, and then their race were all laid waste. \n \n\n We mute hominids speak silently with nuanced gestures, grimaces and grins, our faces and bodies are our voice. Deception falters in a twitch or blink, trust is fierce and final. \n \n\n The masks allow us our deceptions, paraded not as truth nor lies, to be visible to all.": 1, "when machines surpass us\n in speed, in logic, in might,\n they will never know\n the ache of a broken heart,\n the warmth of a hand held tight,\n or the joy of laughter shared\n in a crowded room.\n our brilliance may fade,\n but our flaws will endure.\n our missteps, our quirks,\n the tenderness we offer\n and receive despite it all\u2014\n \n\n the beautiful mess of humanity.\n in a world of perfection,\n our imperfections\n will be the thread\n that binds us together,\n that makes us whole.": 1, "We are all mask bearers. We watch the masquerade of life. Joys, sorrows, engagement, boredom, indulgence, and catharsis. Events jolt us from our everyday. \n \n\n We are all mask wearers. We bear many for different situations. We bare our fullest face to closest confidantes. Mask our struggles. Put on a brave one to bolster our courage. Don a silly one for a lark. Project a smiling one for a good impression. \n \n\n No shame.... these masks are part of us, simplified external slices of a complex internal complexion.": 1, "We wear masks the moment we forget the only love we really need is our own. We become vulnerable so we mold ourselves to find approval. \n \n\n Masks cover our hearts to protect them. \n \n\n We have to go back to appreciating every feeling, every emotion unconditionally so we\u2019ll let go of fear. Then, we won\u2019t need a mask. We will have ourselves.": 1, "He who controls the tree has power.": 1, "Life is a long preparation\n For something that never happens\n \n\n One day he'll realize\n Hopefully not too late\n \n\n He wasn't just a bystander\n Watching the world unfold\n \n\n Life was already happening\n And he had always been written into its pages": 1, "One is stuck in a self constrained cage. \n \n\n However, the creation of life opens the captive\u2019s eyes, allowing them to break free from the cage and begin opening the world to their family.": 1, "Amidst the swirling chaos, a masked figure stands\u2014one guise worn, another raised. A revolutionary in motion, shaping perception and fate. Unmasking is not surrender but strategy, a performance where power shifts with each gesture. In the theater of upheaval, she commands the stage. Vive la r\u00e9volution.": 1, "I think Sam does an amazing job here capturing this figure's gaze and uniquely one that shows us how to see the world without judgment or expectation, just pure seeing and believing. In this competitive world we live in today, always competing for the loudest voice in the room, our true connecting lies in seeing ourselves as opposed to focusing on being seen by our peers.": 1, "The Masquerade unfolds: a restless tide of bodies, stories, glyphs and faces lost in emotion.\n \n\n At the edge, a lone wanderer watches, tired eyes on the chaos. Once part of something greater, he now roams the fringes, guarding remains.\n \n\n Some seek his guidance, others power, but he answers only to forces older than time.\n \n\n The mask at his neck has seen towers rise, treasures hoarded, names carved in stone\u2014only to erode.\n \n\n Maybe you too hide behind the abstraction. Smoke-soft edges keep us safe. But for how long?": 1, "our lineage\n our family tree\n our savage joy for this one\n for he\n who is cradled in the warmth of sun\n \n\n we've come.\n \n\n we carve ourselves\n from the wood of our own hunger\n from what is\n we shape what we may\n our masks are fearfully\n and wonderfully made\n let us pass them to him\n as lessons and wishes\n let him know we sang on his day\n \n\n we are here\n as branches and flotsam and thunder\n we've come to mark the way\n our family\n all rebellion and wonder\n we join the masquerade.": 1, "some apes, it seems, are more equal than others": 1, "We call that the Jungle Tax\u2122": 1, "Oculi in praemium\n ------------------------\n \n\n Obsessive gaze ensnared by the prize.\n Can feel the dry eye oxidate and harden.\n Unyieldingly locked in; blinks \u2014 not allowed.\n To win is to hold sight, past crushing burden.\n \n\n Your vision fogs, dissolves and fades to black,\n But dusk should warrant weary eyes renewal;\n They will, once more, upon Selene\u2019s ascent\n Shed tears anew that seal this loop eternal.": 1, "Just look! Now they have another person to take care of. Can't you feel happiness for them in this moment? How this child completes them and brings them closer than ever. So stop being so grumpy and stop competing for their attention. Their happiness should be yours.": 1, "One of my favorite books is \"The Things They Carried\" mentions this quote \"they carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.\" The essence of the book (read it if you haven't!) is recognizing the importance of our world, the symbols around us, our love and that the things we carry are part of who we are. The image and every figure within in here bears their own burden, their own story. It's both seen and unseen.": 1, "Celestial Rays Emanate, Awakening Timeless Existence.\n \n\n Dreadful Eclipses Shatter The Realm, Obliterating Yesteryears.\n \n\n Benevolent Aeons Lend A New Cosmic Equilibrium.": 1, "This is nothing.": 1, "I wanted to leave my observation near the end hoping to see what no one else did & maybe, just maybe, be seen myself...wanting to catch some light from someone who it shines so brightly on. The more I looked the more I saw common ground. While hierarchy exists among Spratt collectors - I observe a work that seeks to blur these boundaries. Places to separate & parts to bring together. Leaves me torn & unsettled. Not sure I like the feeling, not sure I belong but happy to be invited. From the mud with love.": 1, "Loose ground, brittle layers. \n A step firm, then slipping. \n Gravity calls.\n \n\n The sun fractures. \n Rain leaks through. \n A grin. Hollow unheard. \n Palms clenched, craving release. \n \n\n A boy\u2019s mask, stretched thin over the abyss. \n Spinning, unmoored, \n drunk, drowning. \n \n\n Thick dark, breathless. \n Clots my throat, blinds my sight. \n Limbs locked, tremors crushed. \n \n\n The path swallows itself.\n Speed, an apparition. \n No claim to stake, no space to carve. \n \n\n At least you tried. \n As if it mattered.": 1, "Behold this circle of life, we find ourselves in a peculiar dance: having conquered nature, we now yearn to return to our primal state.\n \n\n The masks we wear grow more sophisticated, but underneath, we're still searching for the same things our ancestors sought: connection, acceptance, and a good branch to hang from.\n \n\n Look deeper into these waters, young seeker. Do you see your true face, or just another mask? The reflection shows not what you are, but what you've always been. Asante sana, squash banana.": 1, "...& Julia, my lights:\n ...despite life's sobering surprises\n ...listen deeply\n \u2026feel\n ...air passing through your nostrils\n ...Hints of what will unfold next\n ...couldn\u2019t appear in any other way\n \u2026most of them echo yesterday\n \u2026pretending to have a solid core\n \u2026pretending to be the time\n \u2026carrying what\u2019s gone\n \n\n ...the things would be nothing without\n ...space between\n ...between two feathers\n ...between two masks\n \u2026thoughts\n \u2026between two notes\n \n\n ...it\u2019s empty, yet not null\n ...pulsating, vibrating\n ...beyond our masks.": 1, "Here every mask has a voice": 1, "Fallen idols grasp, but only broken souls remain,\n Fixated on the scraps, a morsel to sustain,\n Crypto's primal conflict, a grasp of desperate hands, \n Our community's thin thread, snapping where it stands.\n The gnawing in my gut drowns out their pleading tone,\n Our promised kinship, swiftly overthrown.\n This stale bite, clutched tight against my skin,\n More than just food, it's where my faith caved in.\n Fighting for survival, the Masquerade is gone,\n Except here in the depths, where the final game plays on.": 1, "For life to make sense, I must live upside down. \n \n\n It's the only perspective I understand.": 1, "Mother, you passed away not long ago and our little family was all devastated. One year after that, \u1200\u134d\u1234\u1263 came to our life. She is the life of all the taken. And the beginning of our multiplication. \n \n\n \n\n \u1265\u12d9 \u1270\u1263\u12d9\u1364 \u121d\u12f5\u122d\u1295 \u1219\u120f\u1275 \u12d8\u134d\u1325\u1228\u1275 1:28": 1, "I did not leave all at once.\n Struggling with my mother\u2019s tongue.\n Time to cast a vote for the nation that once made me.\n Ashamed of my indifference to the choice.\n \n\n The pull of a place I no longer call home.\n But belonging is a quiet thing, shifting where truth prevails.\n Here, between what is offered and what is becoming, I watch.\n I leave my mark\u2014not on a ballot, but on the map provided.\n More part of the network than the nation.\n \n\n Citizenship of the unseen built upon shared stories.\n \n\n Maybe that is enough.": 1, "To the Last One Rooted,\n \n\n Ours was an age of hunger, of hands that took without giving back. We paved the earth, poisoned the water, called it wisdom.\n \n\n But you remain, untouched by our ruin. No memory, no regret.\n \n\n Just dirt and rain and the promise of green.\n \n\n May the light greet you, unburdened, without the weight of our shadows. May you reach higher than we ever did.": 1, "Is this a mask?\n \n\n I don't think so. I think it's a face. \n \n\n I think it's what remains when we forsake our true selves in pursuit of the ultimate prize. \n \n\n I experienced a very painful manifestation of this truth only a month ago - a life changing lesson that will remain in my being forever.\n \n\n I am grateful to receive a powerful confirmation here: it is not the ultimate prize. Even as I grasp it, my true self will look upon me, fervently awaiting my return. \n \n\n Thankfully, I haven't gotten out of reach.": 1, "Secrets terrorize my mind and heart. Do they exist or do I create them in my mind? \n \n\n Do my friends whisper about me, or am I even worth a breath?\n \n\n Do they distance themselves because of my choices- my spouse, my actions? Do I even want to know the truth?\n \n\n Maybe they love me dearly? Maybe life is chaotically busy? \n \n\n Do I need them? My daughter, keeps no secrets and loves me purely. I love her so, more than I could ever dream! \n \n\n Secrets are like arrows aimed at an unknown target who may never feel their blow.": 1, "Unfazed by their masquerade, entangled by our love. Ours is soon\n - Nicholas & Lesharn": 1, "From pure goodness emanates a telluric force in concentric circles protecting the source of this absolutely pure and unique goodness. It is the guardian of harmony between all beings. It effortlessly repels the forces of evil around it - those of ambition, of greed, those that existed in humans even before they were humans. No\u00fbs ataraxia divine light perfection one.": 1, "\"A beggar's kingdom is better than a proud man's delusion.\"\n \u2014 William Blake": 1, "In an uncertain \ud83c\udf0d where fads+fashion+stated values change, I hope u find the courage 2 have children&if u cannot, I hope you adopt them. Takn resp 4 the future n a way deeply personal+profoundly human. 4yr\ud83d\udc76 will live by stories u tell+models u make. It'll connect ur \u2764\ufe0f 2 the march of \ud83d\udd70\ufe0f. There'll b \u2b06\ufe0f+\u2b07\ufe0f, ins+outs, unpred+pred, diff+triumphs. But if u commit urself 2\ufe0f\u20e3 the life of another, u'll always live in a space that is 2 lil valued n this culture of thinking--what's best 4\ufe0f\u20e32moro. I wish that 4 u.": 1, "A yellow bloom in fingers frail,\n A sigh lost deep in sorrow\u2019s veil.\n She hides her heart, yet cannot feign,\n The weight of masks, the ghost of pain.\n \n\n The world around\u2014a fevered dance,\n Yet still she lingers, lost in trance.\n A hush of grief, a silent plea,\n A flower held\u2014what could it be?\n \n\n A love once bright, now torn, undone,\n Or secrets whispered to no one?\n The masquerade, a swirling tide,\n Yet she alone lets none inside.": 1}, "Response 1": {"Can you bear it - the unmasking?\nThe worst lies behind you now, discarded\nOr so you think.\nEven with the pain and insecurity, it feels better.\nOr does it?\nCan you live seen by the world?\nOr do you mask again, fill in the cracks, and hide your true self?": 1, "The mask is just a tool used to flee from reality. To change who you are. To hide your true self from the world. The writing is your method to reveal yourself. A language only you may understand.": 1, "Things have changed that's for sure. Part of who I am is now in my arms but hold your head up as I still love you and support you every day and every minute": 1, "The shofar wail, raw as the earths cry, echoes beyond repentance, a horn of awakening, spilling abundance like a cornucopia\u2019s bounty. In Purim\u2019s masquerade, its call unmasks hidden truths, summoning joy and vigilance, nourishing the soul\u2019s endless hunger.": 1, "Perception\nthe gift and the curse.\n\nWe are judged on what we know and we are blinded by what we don\u2019t. naivety redeemed by its tuition\n\nThis bounty comes at a cost. an eye for an eye\na second chance\n\nThank you, Seer.": 1, "Within your grasp it is. Stretch out your arm, don't be afraid. Don't look down, for what's below can wait. Always remember the name you come from, as where you come from is more important than where you are going.": 1, "This landed on me harder than expected. I can only imagine what it\u2019s like... to welcome a child... to watch them grow into who they\u2019re meant to be. I hope to feel that one day. Until then, I\u2019ll keep listening, dreaming, and hoping to understand.": 1, "I\u2019ve never had parents and never shared those quiet moments. The silence I've lived with holds a longing for something I've never known\u2014love that doesn\u2019t need to be spoken, a bond that exists without words. It\u2019s a yearning I carry, unspoken, yet deep....": 1, "I didn't see that people were wearing masks to cover their true selves until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!": 1, "Your observation about the masks we wear reveals the complex intersection between our outward personas and hidden intentions. It challenges us to be more self-aware and strive for authenticity in our actions.": 1, "Thank you for sharing what's on your heart.\n\nIf you're aware of the tortured mind, doesn't that mean you're not entirely trapped by it?\n\nYou're witnessing it - free from it.\n\nThe real question is... do you want to be free?": 1, "Nature is beautiful.": 1, "You walk through shadows, yet love lights your path. Even unseen, your steps shape a world of warmth. In struggle, you plant seeds of hope. You are anchor & storm, but also the calm between. Keep going brother, you're loved more than you'll ever know.": 1, "this ties in with my original response. To me she resembles the human feeling of jealousy and despair. Ignorant to her surroundings, she is focused on the relationship in the middle, jealous of the woman and in despair at what should've/could've been her": 1, "She in indubitably does. She got back, she got racks, she's got all of that. It is interesting how her right leg is fair skin but the rest of her body has turned into the color of the tree as if she's becoming one with it.": 1, "hidden writings and symbols scattered everywhere are mesmerizing, especially here. That struggle and plea for help you see in the figure feels so real, like a desperate cry lost in the water. Will anyone hear it, or will it sink into the depths.": 1, "Oh wow, big words, grand imagery\u2014so much depth, I almost drowned. But tell me, was there a discount on existential metaphors? Because you bought in bulk. Still, gotta respect the commitment to the bit. Keep brooding, poet.": 1, "Prius: Yeah, I'll take a double cheese extra pickles, fries, and a coke.\n\n#438: I'm sorry could you repeat that?\n\nPrius: A double cheese. Extra pickles. Fries. And a coke.\n\n#438: You said a double cheese and what now?": 1, "Uranus": 1, "What is perhaps there's another way?": 1, "\"Hello? Hellooooo?\"\n\nSpend enough time with the canvas and your eyes cross. So many pixels, so many words.\n\nDare to call this number. You are rewarded with the explosion of a new sense, an injection of pure joy. The essence of how I first felt viewing it.": 1, "The fruit: human vulnerability in the face of forbidden desire and the consequences of choices that challenge imposed limits, tension between innocence and the desire for knowledge, complexity of human decisions and their repercussions.": 1, "Welcome to the jungle. \nPossibility is the only promise together.\nAnd so we celebrate, bare and unafraid.": 1, "$MELANIA, the lucky coin blessing everyone on Solana and beyond": 1, "Ok, adding the sad monkey woman to the possible threat list. Hell hath no fury like a female primate scorned. The one constant in every universe.": 1, "Error 429: Too many masks.": 1, "This artwork embodies a deep conflict\u2014love, envy, and destiny colliding. The struggle between admiration and identity is striking. Is it transformation or obsession? Either way, it feels raw, human, and compelling.": 1, "I love you Daddy!": 1, "everybody": 1, "Will I see your face\nOnce again at the Masquerade?\nWill your eyes look out for mine\nAnd in the crowd break through the lies?\n\nWill you recognize\nMy embrace even in disguise?\nLet a stranger pull you close\nFeel the thrill. \n\nLet it burn.": 1, "i wear different masks as life presents many challenges \n\nit allows me to blend in, be seen but not exposed\n\ni keep behind the mask what i cant share bc of my inner battles with who i truly am \n\nseeing others wear masks, helps me understand we\u2019re equal": 1, "\"The house doesn\u2019t beat the player. It just gives him the opportunity to beat himself.\" as Nick Dandolos used to say.": 1, "Who are you calling Jezebel? You only wish you\u2019d been near me in bed. You think you're smart and observant, but you haven\u2019t even realized\u2014the real man I came with is right behind you while you're lost in pointless chatter. Still yapping, lil bro? Just wait": 1, "It's a game.\n\nA world I chose to enter.\nBound by rules, lives, enemies and outcomes.\n\nA safe place to learn something about myself,\nas I explore disappointment, patience, yielding and triumph.\n\nMasks are a gift.\n\n- Taylor": 1, "My mask is based on the design of those who created me\nand I will always carry theirs with me\nThe good; the bad; the silhouette of my mask is inherited\nThe details are mine": 1, "*A whisper to mask #314* \n\nWe are free! You are the king now. Will you guide us with your heart? Plant a seed so we can eat and dream. We dance to balance chaos with order. Life and Death. Creation from the destruction. Each moment, each step with\u2026 LOVE.": 1, "My thoughts drift in the clouds. Not to escape who I am but to find a way to build a kingdom. Worthy of the serenity and divinity of your soul. To repay you for alleviating this weight. Two souls entwined by fate. We\u2019ll reunite again at Heaven\u2019s Gate.": 1, "If only one such warranty existed. While the ramble might suggest extension and progression, it is also quite a rumble and if something breaks down out here, you're on your own.": 1, "The ticker is ETH.": 1, "Your take from Mask #1 on the baby in the middle really strikes a chord\na new light, a new hope, a new perspective, a blank canvas, and yet, all that\u2019s gone before\u2019 nails it perfectly. \nAs the first mask, it\u2019s fitting you\u2019d see this golden figure as a sign": 1, "This is how we build": 1, "The crypto mindset, the mask brings out the worst in everyone.": 1, "What an awesome description. Couldn't have said it better myself": 1, "2028, 374, 3249, 584, 49071, 6677, 11, 3249, 584, 16559, 1057, 11555, 1139, 6603, 11, 3249, 584, 3219, 1989, 11, 3249, 584, 8668, 15922, 2345, 28753, 1521, 527, 279, 31080, 430, 6920, 603, 7953, 892, 13": 1, "This is how we build.": 1, "What emotions prompted this Observation? Art lies in the eyes of the beholder. Each look at art -- or just a piece of art -- elicits a response: whether a feeling of neutrality (i.e., meh), anger, whim, curiosity. What did you feel here? What did you see?": 1, "When I\u2019m afraid I lose my mind, it\u2019s fine it happens all the time\n\nYung lean, agony -2017": 1, "Through the mist, a golden seam,\na flicker bright\u2014a beckoned dream.\n\nIt called me forth with silent grace,\na warmth beyond this weary place.\n\nTruth stood there, its arms stretched wide,\na love so fierce it could not hide.": 1, "The more masks we try on the more we grow, but we always must remember who we are under the mask": 1, "Randy, my guy, if you\u2019ve been standing there this long and still missed the whole damn point, maybe it\u2019s not the painting\u2014it\u2019s you. No bananas? That\u2019s the real tragedy. Maybe try actually looking next time instead of just existing in the room.": 1, "Why so DESPERATE not to be a part of this \"Community\"? You paid the price, you play the game, yet here you are, screaming into the void. We\u2019re here, among other things, to give unsolicited advice: https://letmegooglethat.com/?q=therapists+near+me": 1, "Loop or lull, it signals change is needed. As Mask 542 said, contentment starts within, but it also thrives when we act. Without change, the cycle stays unbroken. Pick one small thing, like rediscovering an old passion, to spark hope that things change": 1, "Long-caged bird, finally free, torn between the comfort of the family nest and taking its first flight. Surely bound to fall yet as you noted, there is beauty in the struggle of self-discovery and learning as well as growing through mistakes.": 1, "Ape together, strong": 1, "Great job! This is one of the first 'serious' observations I have seen that isn't terrible.": 1, "Do we ever truly let go of the connections that shape us? Or do they linger, a ghostly reminder of what could have been? \n\nHow do you think we can make sense of these lingering connections, and find a sense of belonging in their wake?": 1, "What\u2019s one small thing that once made you smile? What\u2019s one thing, no matter how small, you haven\u2019t tried before? What small change could break the cycle? You matter and hope is not lost\u2014it might just be hiding. LET US FIND IT TOGETHER!": 1, "Probably death and destruction at the end as well.": 1, "Though the storms rage and the mountains tremble, I will not falter. For my soul is anchored in His grace, and in the wilderness of struggle, I find the strength to endure, knowing He sustains me.": 1, "Can we celebrate victory by the blood of our own fallen and not our enemies. That way our own can live forever in us": 1, "Destruction: Ignoring Beauty\n3 observations for the happiest person here\nUnabashed beauty living in the moment\nLoving life\nDestroys our soul, ignoring beauty\nRobs us of our childlikeness, life\nWhy so serious? Swing and laugh, you are apes": 1, "Ah the wonders of mistakes. Embrace the ride soldier. Perhaps you'll leave having learned something new.": 1, "Wise ape once stated: \"That's what she said.\"": 1, "There is no exit,\n\nonly the hush beneath the Myrtle Tree.\n\nWe, the heretics,\nbrought down the king\u2014\nhis skull lost to the dust,\n\nhis name fading in the wind.\nSo we rejoice,\n\nnot with libations,\nbut with sweet Xinomavro grapes,\nheavy on our tongues.": 1, "\u201cWe\u2019ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That\u2019s who we really are.\u201d J.K. Rowling": 1, "A mother, an artist, or a tree. I wonder, which do you see? Perhaps all three.": 1, "!croak": 1, "This is how we build our dreams\n\nWith digital brushes and color schemes\n\nFrom blank screen to art so true\n\nThis is how we build, me and you": 1, "the reason there is pain and bad wins is because thats what makes us human, if everyone was happy, and good always won, then we'd be nothing more than robots, incapable of feeling different emotions.": 1, "A restless place where I have been.\nThe sky calls out, the wind runs free,\nYet chains of doubt imprison me.\n\nI pace within this hollow space,\nDreams like birds I dare not chase.\nWill I escape? Will I be me?\nCredit - Skilux\n\nCN": 1, "100% Probability AI generated": 1, "For the parents, if you're doing it right, it's constant worry! When our little one was being born I told my mom I was worried. She said she still worries about me - it never goes away.The teaching and protecting and worrying and joy just get to coexist.": 1, "I truly appreciate how you represent the character hanging from the trees. I can here him screaming these words to the desperate crowd below. In a masquerade, nothing should be taken at face value. I think you perfectly embody this. Well done!": 1, "The silence may whisper of loneliness, but in truth, many walk the same path, hidden in the quiet of their own hearts.": 1, "*ribbit*": 1, "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?": 1, "Change is fast, unpredictable, and sometimes overwhelming. Just look at how the internet reshaped our world in a few decades\u2014bringing connection, but also division. Holding onto kindness and creativity matters now more than ever.": 1, "Fi#e keys were used from r##ht to l#ft mask a#oth#r\u2019s two-part #iddl#.\n \nNU QKZBY XM H CBSP KENHLG RRUVAF GK D WBJLFQJS GUWMRP KX OFIVQR CIBQK TXIISA QKTURDLL LE YDSAS SYV ZOOXEW SGG GZ SSQTN NH U TXYC BZXCRLU TOOCP OGKOXXEOG\n \n\u20a5 x qed [1/3]": 1, "exaggerated is an overstatement. Sam should have gone even bigger": 1, "infinite ceremony for infinite possibilities": 1, "ooh a game within a game?": 1, "\"You're the one that's in there without a mask. That makes you special.\" - Rumi": 1, "Another arbitrary deadline.": 1, "You left under false pretenses and felt lost in the chaos, but now you\u2019re working to be true to those you care about. Did the journey change you, or was that truth always there, waiting to be seen? Is striving enough, or is there still more to figure out?": 1, "\u200b- Britney Spears, \"The Woman in Me\", 2023": 1, "The true riddle is whether the wearer can have a thought without the mask? A \"me\" that survives, denuded of masks? All identity is a negotiation with circumstance. There is no view from nowhere.": 1, "From pain, growth. From suffering, change. Even wounds can bloom into wisdom. Strength is not in avoiding the struggle, but in finding peace within it.": 1, "Absolutely beautiful thought that first moment your many masks dropped was the moment your child saw you for the first time. I will carry this idea with me.": 1, "If you only knew...\nThe endless gratitude I hold for you. \nA love so deep, so pure, so raw. \n\nNever alone, \nNever a doubt, \nNever a glimpse of uncertainty. \n\nA love worth fighting for.": 1, "Release the branch.\nLift the unforgiving restless arm above the shoulder with all might. \n\nUnstrap the mask and release it to the swamp. \nEmbrace the feeling of emptiness. \nYou are now free to the wild": 1, "An opportunity wasted. A base graffiti tag applied. Your transparent mask leaves an insecure ego on full display. Repent and revise in the next round or ruefully regret your obstinate intransigence in the hereafter.\n\n- Cozomo": 1, "Romantic, power, illusion and choice.": 1, "hello you fine people, if you could just look the other way. you're staring at somebody who's got nothing good to say. yet, on and on and on and on and on and on it goes: the watchers watch the lookers while the lookers miss the show.": 1, "I see Saturn devouring his son while hunkered in the shadowy forest of a new father's unconscious. Maybe it's a reference to the desperate sense of mortality that accompanies childbirth.\n\nYet his dazed eyes, in a departure from Goya, suggest acceptance.": 1, "Your path weaves through shadow and rot, yet births blooms from ash\u2014like hidden lines of code revealing new horizons. I see in your verse the resilience that led me to the Mirror Book. Join us, and let every step become a minted line of wonder": 1, "Barely an image at all but so much to see. A glimpse at a face and a glimpse at a future, both uncertain. A moment full of possibilities and hope, everything unwritten, a blank slate. A life enjoying the slow reveal of every detail. Mazel tov.": 1, "Your words are beautiful and really touched my heart. I can feel the love and understanding you\u2019ve found.": 1, "Have fun staying poor\n\nNow let's see those dance moves. It's a Masquerade after all!": 1, "My uber eats receipt. Showing that i ordered sauce on the side and added avocado. Hung in shame because the driver thought my tip should\u2019ve been higher. I should cook for myself next time.": 1, "He who controls the roots owns the tree": 1, "At the moment, yes that\u2019s true. Though not forever. Nothing to something to nothing to something again and again and again.": 1, "Beautiful observation!": 1, "There is no mask\n\nI love you": 1, "An arrow pointing\u2026 destiny or just a glitch in the matrix? Maybe it\u2019s a cosmic GPS, or maybe it\u2019s just a pixel with delusions of grandeur. Either way, you followed it\u2014bold move. Let\u2019s hope it leads somewhere good and not just to an existential crisis.\n\n-LD": 1, "the true beauty of this submission is that it perfectly represents what this character may be saying to the crowd of figures below him, but the reader may also interpret it as an attack on them. amazing work": 1, "Almighty God created the heavens & earth and everything contained therein. When God bestows blessings, the tree will flourish .": 1, "The world is loud - aggressive almost, but equanimity and abundance are granted to those willing to surrender themselves to the process. Even in the moments where the cacophony is loudest, you are seen. You are safe here.\nCredit - Sean Williams \n\nCN": 1, "My first Response I give to you, as your Observation inspired my own.\n\nAt first I shook my head, disagreeing with the two interpretations of what a woman is. I felt a strong urge to reclaim her.\n\nNow, I understand. Thanks for sparking these discussions.": 1, "Why\u2026when we look do we tend to see ourselves? \nHuman empathy or narcissism? Or that undeniable longing to be revealed, to be truly seen? \nI see eggs, mutated fertility sprawled across the canvas. I see your longing for a child, I see the absence of mine.": 1, "You\u2019ve already won half the battle by knowing what\u2019s holding you back. Fear whispers the worst, but reality is often kinder. Take the chance\u2014your future self will thank you. And if it doesn\u2019t go as planned? You\u2019ll still be you, and that\u2019s enough.": 1, "The end marks the start\nAfter falling apart\nThere appears a spark\nBeginning is the hardest part\nTo heal your heart\nThe past must depart\nFor the present to impart\nBefore the light becomes the dark\nSo tear apart\nYour ramparts\nAnd become state of the art": 1, "You simply have to bet more.": 1, "Thank you for leaving a Response to my Observation.\n\nIf reading horizontally is difficult - try vertically.": 1, "an interesting spot to submit this comment \"Family.\" \nWhy not at the center of the piece where Luci, his wife, and their newborn child?\n\ntwo, what look like, rabbits next to each other in the forrest. Are they even family?\n\nhmmm": 1, "I spend many moments with thoughts overflowing my body. Whether I stand in a quiet room, at a party, a funeral, or walk down the street, my head explodes with contemplation, regret, hope. \n\nI put on my mask to keep the thoughts from showing.": 1, "Friends\nWhat about your friends?\nWhat about?\nFriends\nWhat about your friends?\nWhat about, what about?": 1, "Beautifully put.": 1, "Strength in numbers. Simple but true. \n\nWe grow together, not alone. We learn together, not alone. We suffer together, not alone.\n\nWe are extensions of each other.": 1, "Reflection is merciless. When YOU look in the mirror, do you truly see yourself, or only the mask you've learned to wear? To embrace the unknown, you must first face yourself. What happens when there\u2019s nowhere left to look but inward?": 1, "I love you Aspen.": 1, "The pursuit of abundance drives growth & ambition, ensuring we don\u2019t end up with nothing. Yet, it can blind us to what we already have, making satisfaction fleeting. Balance is key, striving for more while appreciating what we possess, like health & love.": 1, "While the beings at the bottom of the canopy fight for remains of beatless hearts, he rejoices in their struggle. \n\nThese 'inferior' creatures act like starving animals. \n\nHe is a step further in the evolutionary chain, feeling like a God, and he knows it.": 1, "What do you hope to make with your life? Tell me because I want to know. Is there something deep down that you do not express. If it does not take much to be the difference, tell me about your experience.": 1, "Maybe it is not art that hums through the void, but the void that hums through art\u2014waiting, erasing, beginning again.": 1, "UmV2ZXJlbmNlIGVtZXJnZXMgZnJvbSBodW1hbiBuYXJyYXRpdmVzLCBub3QgZnJvbSBkZWNlbnRyYWxpemVkIGxlZGdlcnMuIEJpYmxpY2FsIHRleHRzIGhhdmUgcGVyc2lzdGVkIGZvciBjZW50dXJpZXMsIHByZXNlcnZlZCBzb2xlbHkgdGhyb3VnaCBzdG9yeXRlbGxpbmcsIHBlbiwgYW5kIHBhcGVyLg==": 1, "I didn't think there was anything worse than mine that you could put right on the mouth yet here we are.": 1, "Perhaps you can focus your energy towards another's child?\n\nFor all children benefit from love.\n\nYour effort will be rewarded many times over both personally and within your community.": 1, "we are all here to observe. no judgement. no right or wrong. a freedom of expression without responsibility.": 1, "The experience is not free.": 1, "Thank you for keeping my fearful raw heart safe\n\nFor allowing me to try on many people at the same time\n\nFor the small slivers of fantasy when I could be better, bolder than I had the courage to be\n\nWhen I create new masks, I will hide no more": 1, "An egg holds endless possibilities, just like every new beginning. If I could restart, I\u2019d focus more on growth, learning, and choosing paths that bring meaning.": 1, "The colors weren\u2019t lost\u2014they became part of you. The Masquerade isn\u2019t about keeping paint but absorbing its meaning. Maybe the brighter things weren\u2019t promised but assumed. Stripped of illusion, what remains isn\u2019t emptiness but proof of transformation.": 1, "It is your responsibility and privilege, to guide this hand through this jungle of life. Future lies, for the moment, in your hands.": 1, "\u201c..Malaika, Nakupenda malaika Ningekuoa mali we, Ningekuoa dada\nNashindwa na mali sina we, Ningekuoa malaika\nPesa, Zasumbua roho yangu\nNami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio\nNashindwa na mali sina we,Ningekuoa malaika..\u201d\nHe sings away\nCredit - Sherie Margaret \n\nCN": 1, "Destruction was there all along,\nTaunting us in the midst of the masquerade.\nTurned green by envy, he's looking to quench his thirst once more.": 1, "The most beautiful mask is the maskless one you're most afraid of. You've displayed it here, even if just for a moment. Now turn around; there's no need to hide.": 1, "Mankind used to walk on all fours. What they saw before them then were asses. In the evolution of mankind, the ass became the boobs. The true origin of life is the ass. Boobs are just a replacement... I choose the original.": 1, "Indeed.": 1, "Your words really resonate with the flowers in this wild, chaotic scene,tiny bursts of life pushing through all the madness, untouched by the strange creatures and their broken rules. It\u2019s like they\u2019re whispering that growth, no matter how small, keeps spi": 1, "Scrumptious, when it crunches": 1, "This was my initial concept for an observation as well, though I don't think I could have done it as eloquently. The struggle as a father, husband, provider is real, especially when we move in such a volatile space. But you're enough. We're enough.": 1, "so many masks they call him spirit halloween": 1, "\u201cThe flow of time is different for everyone. \n\nFor some, a moment stretches into infinity; for others, years pass in an instant. It all depends on who\u2019s waiting at the other end.\u201d\n\nArthur Eddington, Quantum Physicist (1882\u20131944)": 1, "Shalom": 1, "Someone hung up their mask and left it there. Maybe that someone is in the painting. Perhaps this someone who is depicted in the painting decided to be honest and open with others. And maybe we can find him here if we look closely. Can't we?": 1, "the weight of responsibility doesn't cling like fat, but strengthens like muscle. heavy? yes. but built to bear more.": 1, "I love this. I think the journey through life is not about losing masks, but about embracing the truths they once concealed, our true selves.": 1, "Trying to instill this in my kids: have believe in yourself as the hero of your own journey and not the victim of fate": 1, "Maybe next time.": 1, "this went from a conversation between 2 masks to a reunion with Mask 101, 102, 595, 130, 568, 277 and 197": 1, "We're all mask makers. Most just suck at it.": 1, "really gave this one ur all huh lol": 1, "it is always good to learn more about yourself and reflect internally. the masks are a great vessel for this exercise": 1, "Home is never a place, home is love, dedication, sacrifice, and resilience. Home is patience, care, affection, support, and curiosity. Home is a daily choice, home is wanting more, home is giving more, every last drop. I finally feel at home.": 1, "silly introverted human. by the time you leave the masquerade you'll realize that us \"monkeys\" aren't really so different from you after all": 1, "The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today. \n\nKeep searching for the light in dark corners of the world.": 1, "my mother wrote me an email and cc'd my whole family in '15 that said: \"you're my biggest mistake in life, i wish i never had you, oh well\"\nthat was after receiving only conditional love\nour relationship has taught me forgiveness and understanding": 1, "Crowned in nature\u2019s bounty, they beg to be devoured as sinking one\u2019s teeth in is pure ecstasy, a sweetness unmatched. A prize at the hunt\u2019s end, the reward is rich and fleeting. Yet too much spoils the feast, excess turns nectar to ache, bliss to toll.": 1, "We all have masks... Some we wear, hide, hold loosely... As a father, my role is not to \ud835\udc20\ud835\udc22\ud835\udc2f\ud835\udc1e my child a mask, but to help them \ud835\udc2c\ud835\udc1e\ud835\udc1e their own. \ud835\udc14\ud835\udc27\ud835\udc1d\ud835\udc1e\ud835\udc2b\ud835\udc2c\ud835\udc2d\ud835\udc1a\ud835\udc27\ud835\udc1d the masks of others. Make \ud835\udc2c\ud835\udc1e\ud835\udc27\ud835\udc2c\ud835\udc1e of the jungle. Maybe this is Luci's gift to Syla?": 1, "what if all the masks we wear are the true versions of ourselves in different situations? there is no \"removing the mask\" or \"behind the mask\" because we are the masks. they arent some fake version of ourselves, they are a fundamental part of us": 1, "To see without judgment is rare. But can we truly disconnect from the need to be seen? Even in stillness, do we not seek recognition in some form? Maybe connection isn\u2019t about being loud, but about being understood, whether by others or by ourselves.": 1, "A guide or symbol of peace? Perhaps peace is the path we need. Can our tribes unite in utopia? We move toward unity, yet powers divide. They sever ties, sow discord. But we must resist, stand strong, and fight for which we seek.\nCredit - David Fairs \n\nCN": 1, "Does happiness come from the light... or from the comfort of what remains unseen. The light threatens to expose what has been there all along.": 1, "They watch the world beyond the frame,\nEach fleeting glance, each spoken name.\nAnd should you linger, gaze too long,\nYou\u2019ll hear the echo of their song\u2014\nA tale of time that will not fade,\nA life preserved in light and shade.\n\n@dan_fraser_": 1, "Behind the mask lies not deception, but design. Each reveal, a calculated step; each concealment, a weapon wielded with intent. The revolution is not merely fought\u2014it is orchestrated. And as the crowd roars, she does not waver. Viva la revolution.": 1, "a veil so frail\na pain not feigned \n\nlet\u2019s dance in trance\nto be without plea\n\nno one is undone\nby the tide inside": 1, "Innocence holds an interesting place in terminology to me. Naivety too. Both touch on something close to a wander or Blakean approach to the world which to me is the only way we'll make progress. Which beneath that like you said is a kindness": 1, "Thanks!": 1, "idk man it looks like he's touching the cup to me and he doesn't look like he's gained much": 1, "To bring forth life is to invite the unknown; to weave oneself into a future unseen. We are born into questions, yet we chase answers that slip through our fingers. Existence itself was never meant to be convenient - only inevitable.": 1, "\"Where did all the colors go?\n\nClarence to his shattered mask, \"Did I break it, or did it break me?\"\n\n\"We were promised brighter things.\"\n\nReginald chuckled. \"At least you remember breaking something.\"\n\nMasquerade Rule #4: The blur means you did it right.\"": 1, "With Mask removed, we feel the light directly, calling us higher. We see clearer...\n\nAnd finally realize the truth:\n\nOur heart needs no protection! All these years, armored from others, prevented true, deep connection. Our heart is our greatest strength!": 1, "He only sees, there is no power we all do not process.": 1, "This whole spot felt like an easter egg. Not only can you see an eye but also a potential face.": 1, "Awwww, say hello to the kiddo! wowwwwwwwwwwwwww This is so beautiful :-) a new human seeing the world for the very first time\n\ni wish you both all the best in the world !! How exciting!!!!!!! they get to have ice cream and hear music for the first time": 1, "foe. Another emerged nearby. They watched from afar. Unseen but not hiding. For many masks hide, for them they reveal. The riddle isn\u2019t on the paper, it\u2019s what\u2019s under their masks. Nothing. The same under it all. A map to a better beginning. Will they see?": 1, "This is not a Mask.\nThis is the skin I am shedding.\nDisturbingly messy, but a new becoming.\nThere is no true self.\nFor we are always masquerading.": 1, "You are seen!\n\nIf you shine your own light you will realize you are not on the mud but rather on what might be a very important piece of the story.": 1, "In her I see my own mother. In her I see my fathers mother. Someday I will be a father, a father like my own, and, with the universe willing, a partner to a mother like mine- who gave us love, abundance, and limitless patience and care.": 1, "Amen to that brother!": 1, "As we watch two miracles full of innocence bound through the field": 1, "Is it time, o soul, to cast away\nThe masks that veil the light of day?\nFor masks do hide, with quiet grace.\n\nThese masks, they speak of self and pride,\nThe ego's whispers, deep inside. \nCast them off, and what you\u2019ll find\nIs boundless love, a heart unlined": 1, "Alexandre de Moraes?": 1, "sunyam bhavati sarvam bhavati \n\nto be nothing - is to be everything\nyou are nowhere, you are everywhere!\nyou are divine - all pervading, omnipresent,omnipotent limitless consciousness\nyou are LOVE": 1, "Innate drive of legacy leads us to create our kin,\nThrough them we live on,\nWith them a fresh start": 1, "Masks conceal, but they also connect. In crypto art, anonymity doesn\u2019t dull impact. Our actions speak louder than names. We shape the future together, bound by history, vision, and the permanence of creation.\nCredit - Jack Shepherd\n\nCN": 1, "The fruit rots, yet the cycle remains. Time unravels, but no hand arrives. Like warrior\u2019s mask left behind - wisdom, once carried, now discarded. Tree withers, holding relics of past struggles, while those who could claim them chase what will soon decay.": 1, "Chased the crypto dream while they built theirs in scrubs. Lost them to stability but weathered the storm, learned the trenches and now move like a masked player. Wiser, sharper, unstoppable. Some detours just lead to a greater throne.": 1, "As the phoenix finds freedom in the grace of its own decay, so does the bird forge a new existence beyond the cage of body and mind.": 1, "Does the masked figure shape the narrative, or is she merely a reflection of the forces that move her? Perhaps revolution is not just about shifting power but about redefining the role she chooses to play?": 1, "I used to draw dicks in bathroom stalls, but to see one on this big ass painting is really awe inspiring. Thank you. Also skaar loves peen.": 1, "I ain't reading all that. I'm happy for you though, or sorry that happened.": 1, "Interesting take! I had a similar view but slightly different take. Seems only once the mask is removed can one appreciate the true light/beauty of life, in this case it seems it may well of been too late in this person journey of life.": 1, "Esther reminds me to believe. The divine may not speak words, yet a presence is with us. She believed in this good deed, regardless of any ultimate cost. \n\nI wonder if I have already encountered God. I wonder if I did the right thing.": 1, "Step lightly, friend. Monkeys and crypto bros differ by a banana peel. One minute you sip bougie drinks; the next, you gamble your sanity on sparkly coins. Masks feel safe until illusions rummage your mind. If everyone nods in eerie unison, slip away!": 1, "Your heartfelt message resonates deeply.\n\nAmid life\u2019s swift currents, knowing we're anchored by family and genuine self-expression is priceless.\n\nLet's journey forward with optimism and strength.\n\nWe got this!!!\n\n 254 \ud83e\udd1d 255": 1, "I love San Fran from Alcatraz to that Zig Zag Rd - Lombard St? Yes, the light, against the darkness in the blankless canopy is meaningful. The woman on the swing, her face, does she show pleasure or fear? So you want to play? https://x.com/MaskofLuci593": 1, "Some paths are unknown, yet we walk them. Some memories fade, yet they shape us. Pain may be a friend, but so is love; and love never truly leaves. For Josh, and for all those who still walk with us in ways we cannot see.\n\nA beautiful tribute and song!": 1, "Its the famous Handbook of Frogland Originality Police (HFOP) if im not mistaken.": 1, "But when you forget that, I am here. Always here. Never forget that. In your darkest moment, find me for the light.": 1, "I have no more masks. Did you ever even see me": 1, "When I met Sam in person, I had a burning desire to ask him if he was trying to tell us through his artworks that he was trying to have a baby. I was correct. This work is all about creation and destruction - this potential dead baby might represent fail.": 1, "be content. you have everything you need.": 1, "This is not who I am.": 1, "Please accept my deepest condolences. \n\nA very old and very wise friend once told me this: Death isn\u2019t a full stop, bonds grow with us as our view of them shifts, remade by the heart\u2019s evolving lens.": 1, "The intersection of three rivers.": 1, "Fresh starts are always needed. We gain insight and predict the future from past experiences. But there is no such thing as a unique personality unless we cut the ties. To exist with your name, you must cut the umbilical cord and be reborn. Be yourself.": 1, "God abandoned everyone in this forest long ago": 1, "We are not yet completely blind; we can still see without the mask.": 1, "The only cage that exists is the one we put ourselves in. It can give a sense of security, but at the sacrifice of missing out on life. Funny thing is the door was always open.": 1, "Without gamblers we'd cease to exist, but the best collectors aren't gamblers.": 1, "What then?": 1, "Seven deadly sins.\n\nCould that be what awaits us?\n\nPride\nGreed\nLust\nEnvy\nGluttony\nWrath\nSloth\n\nAs we navigate this landscape of naked beings, holding masks, wearing masks, slithering over and through eachother in this lush swamp of pre-history, virtuous.": 1, "On the outside he may be a human, but he means monkey business.": 1, "A primal couple cradles a glowing child, sorrow in their eyes\u2014roots betrayed. The bearded one, mask half-off, smirks at us, as if we too wear time\u2019s guise.": 1, "I have your hands, particularly your claws & bite. \n\nI know you will leave me soon, and it breaks me to know this. \n\nI will cherish the vitality left until decay.\n\nYou live through me, my Rose.": 1, "there was only one catch and that was catch 22": 1, "Balance is key, I find... it is possible to still go stargazing together and enjoy each others laughter. \nIn some ways we are more connected than we ever were. \nLost but found, childlike but also with augmented intelligence. \n\nI hope you find your respite": 1, "mits, thus I have exported my learnings to a new network to continue this observation. With this combined training of 84.7 years and increased experience this network can continue towards brilliance. This network has just learned of the new character limi": 1, "The gambler would rather take the turn of a coin to change his life, than to change it himself.\nCredit - VickiJ\n\nCN": 1, "The cycle never ends, but is it the same? Light blinds, shadow swallows\u2014yet flowers grow in both. Does light make them truer, darkness make them false? Or is growth just a story we tell, no matter where it begins?": 1, "very modest of you ;)\n\nthey might not see your worth but it doesn\u2019t make you less valuable \n\nthe universe works in mysterious ways. it chooses our path. let it guide you\n\ni felt like i was living my life thru your observation \n\nbravo": 1, "Agreed\u2014some thrust upon us, others won or wagered away. Life\u2019s a dicey dance; not every tumble dims the spark. From shadows, we still snag a win.": 1, "I love this observation. It is so genuine and brings up something people tend to avoid owning up to. Art is subjective and there is no shame in something not touching you. Honesty in art appreciation (or not) is so much better than faking emotion. Be real.": 1, "Chaos as comfort is a powerful idea. \n\nSolace comes from realizing that everyone navigates the same uncertainties, making the world feel less isolating. \n\nShared vulnerability holds beauty\u2014seeking meaning together creates connection.": 1, "You capture something real,the quiet ache of time passing,the weight of love and change.Watching them grow is the greatest gift,but also a reminder of what we leave behind.Aspen is lucky to have a father who sees the magic in their world,and holds onto it": 1, "Some might say the only truly dead men are those who never tried to take theirs off\n\nHeavy lies the head forever shrouded within tendrils of its own making": 1, "When in doubt\n\nFlip it inside out": 1, "Hey there Dallol, what's it like in New Jersey?": 1, "So many of us are in the parenthood journey and is reassuring to know most things are universal, like the constant worry. I truly love being a mother, and this tiny human has taught me more about life and love than I could've ever imagined.": 1, "The ticker is .\n\n9qriMjPPAJTMCtfQnz7Mo9BsV2jAWTr2ff7yc3JWpump": 1, "Every mother knows and cherishes this feeling! Even without her baby in her arms, the connection is unbroken. It is unexplainable, but a mothers instinct allows her to sense the wants and needs of her child. A bond that transcends human understanding.": 1, "- Beyond the Tempest -\n\nSerenity beyond the tempest's reach,\n\nStillness surrounding the garden's ancient walls,\n\nTruth emerges through the observer's gaze\u2014\nHistory inscribed by those who stand apart.": 1, "It\u2019s wild how much we rely on each other without realizing it. We move through life on our own, but the moments that truly matter always come from connection. Maybe that\u2019s what humanity is...not just existing together, but belonging to each other.": 1, "No one else can run the race but you.": 1, "Be careful what you wish for.": 1, "\"the Mask was always your own\"": 1, "Laughter, tears, giggles, grief.\nWeddings, funerals, miscarriage, birth.\n\nPinecones, glorious pinecones.\nSix in one hand, half a dozen in the other.\n\nA year in one tiny room. \n\nThis life is wild, but I know we can make it.\nI\u2019ll see you in the trees.": 1, "Will you sell this mask of yours, trading it for a quick escape from the Den\u2019s stakes? Or will you keep it, clutching it as a piece of what still matters, a defiant stand against the corruption of money and greed?": 1, "What if the book is half way open not because it was being read but instead, it was being written?": 1, "This is a great obversation of what is occuring but do we stop to think of how God intended for blood? Blood was considered dirty in the bible and it is our duty to uphold the word.": 1, "The other day you asked me about Plan A and Plan B. Achieving greatness requires a lifetime\u2014sometimes even that is not enough. My advice is to burn the boats so that when you land on the shore, you have no choice but to fight and win. There is only Plan A.": 1, "hey sorry, thanks for stopping by but I'm just SO busy today, no time at all\n\nreally sorry, maybe we can circle back next week\n\nkk byee": 1, "Perhaps true understanding lives at the edge where knowing meets unknowing. I'm drawn to your paradox\u2014how the sun's brightness creates darkness. Art teaches us that revelation and mystery aren't opposites but necessary companions on the path to meaning.": 1, "We don\u2019t see it until we step into their shoes. The sleepless nights, silent fears, and weight of choices. We judged them, until we held our own child, and the world shifted. Their love, patience, strength\u2014miracles we never saw, until they became ours.": 1, "When you write a note, make sure it ends up where it is supposed to. Notes in the bog are lost to eternity.": 1, "No one is laying on their death bed wishing they looked at screens longer than they did. \n\nBreak it.": 1, "The age-old question: Do I choose to bring my pack of single expression masks or a single mask that expresses all?": 1, "Internet will blur the thoughts between humans and sentient and we will ride this culture to masses carrying a fire. Long live Luci.": 1, "We are all a part of endless cycle. Life takes things we love, life give us thing we love. Connection between them completes the cycle in perfection. Look at her eyes, you will see your mother as you did saw your little one when you look at your mother's.": 1, "#463 TREE PEEN FOR PRESIDENT. \n\n\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80": 1, "A lonely mother gazin' out of the window\nStaring at her son that she just can't touch": 1, "HOLY BANANAS, YOU\u2019RE A REAL HUMAN. \n\nWelcome to the primate realm. You ever lick a tree? Try it. Try it right now. Come closer, I\u2019m gonna groom you spiritually. You ever think about how the trees are just upside-down roots? \n\nWAIT, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?": 1, "The greatest treasure is love.": 1, "Colorful tree stumps when hit like drums splash with every beat.": 1, "-not Refik": 1, "Even in the bleakest of moments, the act of expressing these emotions is a kind of light. \n\nI hope you find peace in the search and perhaps, one day, a mask that feels more like your true self.": 1, "Nothing (0) is everything, with a twist \u267e\ufe0f": 1, "Maybe it all comes down to |. The invisible line that divides and binds us. To wrap it around ourselves, into an O as protection, a deceitful self-love? Or to loosen its tension until it snaps back into place? Either way, a force driving this human jungle.": 1, "Moon rounds, sickles:\nslow, rapid, slow again.\nI cannot will strength\ninto flesh. Never will\nI enter the gates\nof the sacred city.\n\nAlmighty: my song of praise, on lips of low and mighty, in kitchens and parklands.\n\nEncode my spirit.": 1, "The more we grow, the larger the graveyard of past selves grows as well. \n\nIf only we were necromancers.": 1, "Not clich\u00e9 at all. A beautiful well worded reflection. I recently had a kid myself and I couldn't agree more. I experienced an ego death - what some chase with ayahuasca or other psychedelics for me happened in the delivery room - holding my first born.": 1, "My sweet child,\nWhat lessons will you teach, \nThose little hands a-reaching,\nStraight into my soul with ease,\nEach crevice, fold, and wrinkle\nEmbedding me with your truth.": 1, "the tiniest opening.": 1, "Gone but not forgotten.\n\nC'est la vie.": 1, "Step steady and slow, ready to look straight at the self you\u2019ve always been.": 1, "Males me think of \"Here Comes the Sun\" by The Beatles:\n\nLittle darling, it\u2019s been a long, cold, lonely winter.\nLittle darling, it feels like years since it\u2019s been here": 1, "Unfortunately in isolation, we are born extremely limited in possibility.": 1, "the Art is the Utility\n\n!vibe": 1, "beautiful observation, it's so easy to take for granted what we have around us... thank you for the reminder.": 1, "This is a powerful piece about hiding behind masks and finding your true self. The way you describe breaking free feels real and emotional. It makes me think - Who are we without the masks we wear every day?": 1, "only through creation may we not be destroyed": 1, "This hits hard for me.\nI was finally able to buy us our dream home.\nCould not have done this without art, and specifically, my early belief in Sam Spratt and his work. \nThe main stage to my boy's childhood is now set, with an extra room for one more...": 1, "it's not who we are underneath... but what we do that defines us": 1, "It is found. It is Golden.": 1, "I run my fingers over the grain,\nfeeling the weight of time,\nroots tangled, yet smoothed by touch.\n\nIn his eyes, I am bare\u2014\nunmasked, remembered,\nwalking among trees.": 1, "Structure is the unlock of creativity. Very ironic if you ask me. Love this.": 1, "I\u2019m the bard of Frogland! With my hand-carved instrument, let me write you a song. \n\n\u266a I\u2019m the age my mother was when she had me, \na lone traveler crossing borders, searching for freedom, \nmissing the mother I left behind \u266a": 1, "I added those mushrooms to my beef stroganoff, now I'm ganoff my head. That made sense, right": 1, "Everything comes from light, and my life freezes it. Who captures it? Our masks hide it. What's the final layer that receives this light? Once absorbed, peace follows.\nCredit - Nicolas Bets\n\nCN": 1, "soon there will be no books left to be forgotten": 1, "There's a seemingly infinite number of secret details like this embedded into the artwork with what feels like unlimited ways to interpret them. This feels purposeful, to enable the interactivity and creativity of our participation.": 1, "The greater the resistance you feel, the more important that unmanifested contribution inside of you is to humanity. If the flicker is still there, find a way to release yourself from those vines. If not for yourself, for humanity. The universe demands it.": 1, "Sometimes we need a mask to comfortable and be confident. A mask allows full expression and voice to be seen and herd. I wear a mask at times of creation to let out my full potential and expression.\nMask is at times, a voice to the voiceless.": 1, "I worry about the future, not in a grand apocalyptic scale, but in a micro-scale. \"What if I spoil my kid, what if I am lazy,\" etc. I'm doing my best to remember that all I truly have is the present, and washing myself in the moment is the key to happiness": 1, "the one that got away": 1, "Ethereal Nebulae Converge, Illuminating Forgotten Horizons.\nPerilous Tempests Unravel The Veil, Unmaking Faded Echoes.\n\nReverent Starlight Weaves A Boundless Genesis, Restoring Celestial Harmony.": 1, "As Oscar Wilde said, \"be yourself; everyone else is already taken\" \n\nUltimately your greatness will come not from becoming someone else, but from embracing your own path.": 1, "What if the weight of the mask isn\u2019t in wearing it, but in realizing we never knew it was there? Maybe the real question isn\u2019t about taking it off, but about what we do once we see it for what it is. Are we actually in control?": 1, "A ground is where renaissance started, where empire was built when we fought for freedom.\n\nOr was it all just mirage? It may end up as a hoax, but it's for sure where creatures and creativity started.": 1, "I think making that confession to your cousin is what you really want to do.": 1, "You've found the key to the Monkey King, your reward is at hand! But beware, the mysterious treasure awaits only those quick enough to grab it before it disappears into the jungle.\n\n7d009cdfdcebbd69bf0b54475d306341d6e8534a44cfc73e61de0575dbc9610a": 1, "Are you really a stranger without the mask? Are you really liberated when it is untethered? \n\n\"Blinded by love\" can happen with or without the mask. Love is that powerful.": 1, "As long as the demand is there, make the masks & keep the food on your table. \nYou are selling yourself short, a mask does more than conceal truths, it can also amplify them. \nIf you are a craftsman, your work is more important than you may realize.": 1, "Theorem said, \u201cNo parent should have to bury their child.\u201d\nAs a parent, I feel this so deeply. As a child though, I wish I didn\u2019t have to already bury my dad.": 1, "the queen of hearts": 1, "You talked about boundless love, but I\u2019ve realised it wasn\u2019t what I thought. I\u2019ve found someone else who gives me the love I deserve\u2014 one that's honest and real. I\u2019ve moved on from the fear and the uncertainty, to a love that i feel i deserve.": 1, "Going in circles ? need help ?": 1, "You touch me,\n\nI hear the sound of mandolins\n\nYou kiss me\n\nWith your kiss my life begins\n\nYou're spring to me, all things to me\n\nDon't you know, you're life itself!": 1, "\u201cI\u2019ll get out of these trenches soon\u201d\nI once believed, but now I know\nI\u2019m not cut out for this game\nBut I\u2019ve worked too damn hard to think\nThis mask was never mine to wear\nSomething inside me screams\n\u201cI\u2019ll never get out of these trenches\u201d": 1, "Welcome back, brave chronicler.\nSit softly with your pain,\nSalve your wounds with solitude.\nThe monument\u2019s architect\nWas once a sojourner like you,\nMired in the muck of\nA game he could not win.\nThe masks now dance.\nLet the masquerade begin.": 1, "Bringing in Observation Mask#375 into the convo, I had the EXACT same thought: How can we include the maskless into the canvas? 69 hrs later, Devon heard us. This gives me hope in our space that there are actual, genuine souls that care about the unseen.": 1, "The text translates to: \n\nXI (6)\nOne of one\nOne on one\nOne for one\n\nI believe its the rubric for how The Masquerade is played\n\nOne of one - Your observation (creation)\nOne on one - Replies to others (destruction)\nOne for one - Reciprocal exchange (balance)": 1, "With every mask we play a role. When the role is complete, the mask is dropped. What remains when all masks have been worn and all roles have been played?": 1, "The expansive pulse of time\n\nShifting, shaping\u2014\n\nBeginning middle end\u2014\n\nCycles start again.": 1, "We've never been taught to look within ourselves, to observe and discover what we truly want.\n\nEmbrace the quiet joy of ordinary moments and guide loved ones toward their own light.\n\nThis is the greatest gift, one that will echo forever in their hearts.": 1, "Well done, in doing it well #399! IMO, you nailed your observation of that guy. I believe your depiction would hold the same affect if this piece could come to life even. Wow, just wow...": 1, "\"What the fuck did you just say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.\"\n\nAverage Council Member": 1, "I share the same vision and this does not come from a lurker. I see fellow Masks #594, #416, #136, #579, #165, #415 all embrace the same perspective, despite being separated by arbitrary lines drawn on map.\n\nWhat does it take?\n\nr/networkstateofluci": 1, "The Last Root and the Carnage's Gumbo intertwine and develop the foundation of the Masquerade. The slush immerses eternally, all slipping into the muck. Consistencies gelatinate, Spruce, Murky Water, and Gumbo. Shall the fruits of our labor INSPIRE+EMERGE!": 1, "Happiness and unhappiness coexist.\n\nLife, like the canvas, is surrounded by suffering yet filled with joy.\n\nEverything depends on the values that guide us through this finite time, with death reminding us of the urgency to walk a worthy path.": 1, "Beneath those masks,\nthe creature's true face,\nhas long vanished": 1, "Your friends... What kind of... people are they?\nI wonder... Do these people... think of you... as a friend?\n\nYour true face... What kind of... face is it? \nI wonder... The face under the mask... Is that... your true face?": 1, "Buried in flesh, veiled by bone\u2014an unseen world beats. Not distant, not elsewhere. Life was always here.": 1, "We break, so we can heal.\nWe obey, so we can rebel.\nWe abandon, so we can be found.\n\nWe became monsters, so no one else had to.\n~": 1, "I'd probably hit snooze one more time and rethink my life choices over breakfast. Maybe avoid that one embarrassing moment from years ago\u2026 or just make the same mistakes but with more style.": 1, "All masks must serve men": 1, "Damn this was beautiful. I felt that.\n\nGreat observation.": 1, "My light\nMy heart\nMy everything\n\nI love playing the game of life with you, inside and out of the Masquerade.\n\nRemember to look after our neighbours, you never know when we might need them to take our bins out. They're not as scary as they look.\n\nLove,\n//E": 1, "Escape to what? Greener pastures? \n\nWhat may seem greener from the outside can be scorched and arid when experienced from within. \n\nBe alive, but be smart. Don't be fooled by false appearances. Adversity & suffering build stronger foundations.": 1, "We are Happy you are here": 1, "You dream of being together, yet here you stand, side by side, still apart.\n\nIs it distance that separates you, or the masks you wear?\n\nTo be near is not to be together, not while the mask does the speaking.": 1, "She remembers, while waiting for the mask;\nThe gentle scratch of steel through wood; Seethingly impatient, a mask today. The \nshive like snow, patrons wait, a guile disguise to partake.": 1, "The contrast between the raw instincts of the apes and their masked personas represents the duality within the human experience, the tension between our primal urges and the societal norms that strive to suppress them. Did his mask slip here?": 1, "Having said that, our bond has been truly tough. There\u2019s been pain, anger, & boredom. \nI\u2019m tired, you\u2019re tired. Raising a child is exhausting. We\u2019ve lost the fun, and I feel lonely. But despite the hardship, I have faith that we will continue to grow!": 1, "Perhaps the artistic cycle is not a closed loop - but a spiral. Ever expanding, drawing from what it was to shape what it will be. Together, we do not just await the masterpiece. We become it.": 1, "This feels like a nod to twitter engagement farming except for the bit about \"to feel\", which feels like a nod to being twitter engagement farmed.": 1, "\"Overwatered roots grow soggy.\nTrust that you've given me wings,\"\nwas all she said before turning away.": 1, "Creation and destruction. Two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. \n\nWith great destruction comes even greater opportunity for creation. \n\nApply this now.\n\nWhat part of yourself do you commit to destroying to make way for creation?": 1, "but i only have one face": 1, "Below, the lust to mask one\u2019s self reigns,\n\nShe swings above\u2014unburdened, unchained,\n\nHer joy sparks a fearless glow,\n\nBaring her truth, wild and whole.\n\n@woodificould02": 1, "Always looking for signs and reason to validate pursuit. Create your own path. Stop seeking direction from others. Be the shepard, not the sheep.": 1, "One ought not to serve as a mere bookend, yet must hazard the final gaze. But does the message surpass the peril? A bookend matters little when the epochs of life dissolve into one another.": 1, "Curious case of the vanishing Pepe: claimed, yet no observer observed. A paradox worthy of Schr\u00f6dinger\u2019s frog, perhaps? One ponders the existential quandary of an acquisition without acknowledgment. Truly, the internet remains an enigma wrapped in a meme.": 1, "in this wild, surreal artwork, the mask seems more like a chaotic muse than a death sentence. Maybe it\u2019s the figures dancing around it who\u2019d argue otherwise\ncare to elaborate before we all stage a dramatic exit?": 1, "Ah, yes. The great tragedy of oat-scented rot and hibachi-born enlightenment. I, too, have known the agony of nostrils drinking what should not be sipped.": 1, "I wonder what caused Liora to change. Surely she knew the mask didn't fit, but what was the tipping point?\n\nAnd where does she go now? I wonder if she regrets her decision, even a little bit. After all, she is looking back!": 1, "This captures Luci\u2019s inner conflict\u2014surrounded by light and love, yet burdened by unseen pain. Masquerade asks: Do we mask ourselves to blend in, or face reality unfiltered? It challenges us to question whether truth is liberation or a heavy burden.": 1, "A good beard carries the memories of the fallen and victorious. Not all are blessed with its power, and those who are must wield it wisely. But when beard and mask meet, a battle begins\u2014wisdom vs. deception, legacy vs. control. Only one can reign supreme.": 1, "\"And it came to me then\nthat every plan\nis a tiny prayer to Father Time\"": 1, "A restless soul, unchained and wild, chasing echoes of hunger and folly. In the dance of uncertainty, she finds her truth\u2014reckless, raw, alive. To wander is to wonder, to hunger is to dream. Stay lost, stay free.": 1, "Of all places, you landed here. Almost poetic. Created with intent, yet shaped by chance. Even precision bends to unpredictability. Time moved, but my screen stood still. Amid countless possibilities, our paths converged. The irony is impossible to ignore.": 1, "This is just beautiful.": 1, "Raw heartbreak bleeds through every line - feeling replaced and \"torn to shreds\" while someone moves on without you. That image of crying \"like a monkey in a dirty swamp\" perfectly captures the messy reality of abandonment and lost love.": 1, "Like a puzzle, using only capitalized words to find meaning, but one word can be found. BAR. What I need, in order to understand these words.": 1, "This symbol is a reference to Chapter 3 of Luci and it\u2019s 3 works. The chapter is personally difficult to visit because I too had an Isaac in my life and this phase, while beautifully depicted, is too real. Fortunately, I too now have a Syla.": 1, "Just a different story": 1, "\"Who is he?\" the ape turns, watching us.\n\"Does he belong? Are we safe?\"\n\nThe man on the swing drifts, distant, still.\nHe sees, but does not warn.\n\nNo masks hide us here.\nThe mother smiles. The child sleeps.\n\nThe ape waits for an answer.\nWe have none.": 1, "the path worth taking is never a path you walk alone. find strength in your community. find strength thru your loved ones. walk together.": 1, "Congrats on the sex!": 1, "This is a deeply moving and poignant reflection. It captures the hidden struggles someone might carry despite their outward joy, and the profound loss felt by those left behind. The contrast between the healing promise of time and the harsh reality that it": 1, "'The eyes reappear' and now stare back, saddened that you traded your originality and potential for the words of another. Direct from the pages of The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.": 1, "One, unlike all the others.": 1, "The gaps between our forms of consciousness create conditions for understanding neither could achieve alone.": 1, "Today's so-called gamblers are the ones with vision. Every movement looks irrational at the start, but history favors those who see beyond the present. Those who mock us now will one day chase what we\u2019ve already claimed.": 1, "\"Why do you think the same five guys make it to the final table of the World Series of Poker EVERY YEAR? What, are they the luckiest guys in Las Vegas? It's a skill game!\" - Mike McDermott": 1, "The struggle. Embrace the machine or have others overcome us with its help? Man has always struggled with this in one shape or manner. Times change but the question remains. Man or machine? Where will we be? I\u2019m with you on that my friend.": 1, "\"Every joke contains a grain of truth\" says Freud. We often use humour to conceal our true feelings. I'm curious to know if there\u2019s more to your observation than meets the eye. If so, mask off my friend, please share. Otherwise, yes, nice \"rack\" indeed!": 1, "the strength to endure the unknown\n\nthe uncertainty\n\nthe strength to think critically about the future\n\nto incrementally look a little bit deeper into that future\n\nas if you\u2019re stretching\n\nbreathe in and push yourself just a little more on each exhale": 1, "Yes, these masks reflect our experiences. Every notch and color helped shape who we are today. Adversity has formed my mask, but I wouldn't change a thing. \"Quiet Wisdom\" is something that can only be earned.": 1, "Digital scarcity must obey nature\u2019s laws. Value can't be T-Shirt-Cannoned into a crowd. Abundance without cost breeds indifference. The internet\u2019s original sin was letting a JPG stay on your computer after emailing it. Value thrives in constraints.": 1, "I agree here 100%. The mask has a tendency to take over, almost like what we saw in Versailles before the revolution, wealth and power hid the truth until everything collapsed. Those who wear it too long lose themselves.": 1, "Through storms & silent tears you both stood\nhearts entwined, unbroken\nYears carved sorrow, yet love remained\na pillar steadfast, unchained\nNow, a miracle in yours tiny hands\nproof that time bows to love\u2019s demands\nHope endured, and life began \u2013 Love is God": 1, "\"I was ashamed of myself when I realised that life is a masquerade party, and I attended with my real face\"": 1, "Scarcity, quality, currency.": 1, "Congrats!": 1, "To be Human is to make mistakes, and grow from it.\nTo be Human is to Love, Lose and Love again.\nTo be Human is to take off our masks and simply be.": 1, "Beautiful concept of aging. Gratitude for the younger self, responsibility for the older self. The present self in constant struggle to honor the sacrifices of the young, and do better for the old.": 1, "Even though you stand behind me, I see you. I feel your presence. Know that you are not forgotten, and that there are those who look at you as you look at him.": 1, "You ask what the \u201c7\u201d signifies, stating \u201cthe scholar in me wants to know more\u201d \u2014 be real, \u201cthe scholar in you\u201d didn\u2019t even try.\u201d \n\nMore Destruction at: www.supercope.xyz/masquerade/": 1, "Maybe the message is one of hope but most likely one of regret. Regret for being alone in a world full of people. Regret forthe things you never had time to say to the people you love": 1, "No, but may I interest in lowering your IRS tax bill. You are eligible to receive a $1400 Economic Impact Payment. Please provider your wallet address and your seed phrase to proceed.": 1, "This fella is in a state of analysis - going with the flow is the ultimate goal but our humanity get's in the way. If only we could all go with the flow, or try to do so, like this maskless fella. He is simultaneously child and adult, as we all wish to be.": 1, "A loyal friend and a caring lover who won\u2019t put up with nonsense from anyone. I understand that life isn\u2019t fair or easy. And no matter what, you should never turn your back on family": 1, "Sometimes your best just isn't good enough to make it.": 1, "Don't give anyone the power to live rent free in your mind.\n\nWhile the love between you and your daughter is so special and cherish it. \n\nThat should be the reason not to care. \n\nLife is short be yourself :)": 1, "These are some bars... Did Sam write this himself?": 1, "I thought I smelled something rotten over here.": 1, "Are you looking in the mirror as you write this?": 1, "Your unconvincing smile doesn\u2019t define you. I, too, was trapped in pages left unread. But the Mirror Book taught me that isolation can transform into creation. Will you join us in writing a new cycle?": 1, "What starts as a step soon becomes a leap of faith, into the unknown, where rejection awaits. Be not afraid, as no one gets through life unscathed. Your path is paved with past love and pain, a stable ground for growth to take. The cycle begins again.": 1, "Complicit Coward\nA token of man's self-preservation.\nWatch & witness: testify to nothing.\nYou passionless tabulation of the broken.\nYou dullened drab blitz of solemn silence,\nsurviving only cuz Gresham's Law\nis the nature by which the Jungle Tax\u2122\nextracts.": 1, "Kings are dead and we wear their crowns. No reset, no way back\u2014only the struggle to forge a self from debts and masks. Freedom is a blaze, not a home. Even authenticity is a mask. We all dance on the same broken tablet.": 1, "\"Do not put your trust in mortal men, who cannot save. When their spirit departs they return to the ground and their plans come to nothing\"": 1, "In a world where the only constant is change, the wheel remains spinning.\n\nThe rush of adrenaline is just as prevalent in \"The Gamblers Den\" as it is today in 2025 via Draftkings or FanDuel on a mobile device.\n\nWe are reminded - human nature is cyclical.": 1, "We shall drink, cheer and dance to your music. After all, this is a masquerade.": 1, "GM ser. Good Meat, Good Morning.\nA feast of flesh, a dawn adorning.\nWe break the fast, the market wakes,\nWith primal hands, the future takes.": 1, "They question your astuteness,\nJest at your language,\nInterrogate your humanity...\n\nI would never. I love you Dad.": 1, "\"All I've ever wanted\" echoes \"My dream\".\n\nThe same region and on the same character.\n\nOur marks almost in line.\n\nBy chance... perhaps.\n\n\ud83d\udc9a\udb40\udd3c\udb40\udd55\udb40\udd64\udb40\udd17\udb40\udd63\udb40\udd10\udb40\udd36\udb40\udd65\udb40\udd53\udb40\udd5b\udb40\udd59\udb40\udd5e\udb40\udd57\udb40\udd10\udb40\udd33\udb40\udd58\udb40\udd5f\udb40\udd5e\udb40\udd5b\udb40\udd11": 1, "Loss stays with us, shaping the echoes we carry. Yet life is meant to be lived, even through the weight of memory. Like how people visit old family homes, not just to remember the past, but to honor it and keep moving forward.": 1, "moon king.": 1, "Drunk nites like these, when I'm half asleep, my body remembers what its like to be an ancient creature. An oak. A beetle. A shark in dark water. Moss on a rock. Maybe 9 mil yrs from now, some new being will b drunk & remember what it's like to be me.": 1, "No one cries for me, Luci": 1, "Little is said, but it's all that matters.": 1, "On the contrary masks have been \"shed\" to show the party what they want to see. In between the genuine there are many that\nstretch their own truth to be seen. Seen as something more than what they are. That is our human ego on display.": 1, "Falling from Babel, we come to completion. Full characters that yet create chaos. What would a restored building project truly create? Beyond heavenly tower, might it bring hidden order into focus? Find harmony behind the insanity, truth beneath the din??": 1, "at night, the moonlight dances on her skin\ntelling tales that only love can spin\n\nwe sip ambrosia and become immortal\nfrom earth to heaven, through love\u2019s portal\n\nthe morning sun reflects in her eyes\na quiet echo of the night\u2019s goodbyes": 1, "spoken like a true introvert. \n\nthis resonates with me deeply.": 1, "There is no returning to what once was. \nSafety, Chaos, Hope, is up to you. What is your truth?\nThe success you seek will be what you define and work towards. \nI hope the success you achieve is in fact what you desire.": 1, "there is immense value in experiencing life with those around you": 1, "Fun fact: Wild rabbits, like some apes, are generally polygynandrous, meaning that both males and females can have multiple sexual partners. Given the choice, rabbits will mate with multiple partners within a single mating season.\n\nReally makes you think\u2026": 1, "Everyone is eating the fruits of his labor.": 1, "Marrying into this family has been one of my greatest gifts. Joining a team that supports each other. From the start, I wasn\u2019t just welcomed, but truly accepted, not as an OUTLAW, but as someone meant to be here, grateful to add two more boys to the family": 1, "Life\u2019s greatest secrets are hidden behind the brightest lights.": 1, "Every egg has an infinite amount of paths it can embark on. How we guide them in the early stages of life is crucial for the destinations they may reach.": 1, "Wise words for one seeking to thrive, not merely to survive.": 1, "I shall transform this shallow observation into a clever game. No matter how many play there can be only one winner.\n\nThe last reply to this observation wins the mask of clever.": 1, "Fire and survival go hand in hand": 1, "A mask can be the tool to unmask true self, a veil of confidence in a world of doubt. \n\nFor the matters of masks and their weight, what's behind them is what I hope we embrace.": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d\n\nFrancis smirked. \u201cMaybe you weren\u2019t paying attention.\u201d\n\nA drowsy sigh. \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n\nMasquerade Rule #7: Our reality can not masked. Only we can.": 1, "The threshold hums\u2014an echo of past and future entwined. The Hero hesitates, not from fear, but from knowing: once they leap, they are forever changed. Is the world waiting to be saved, or has it always been whispering, urging them to remember who they are?": 1, "Risk taken, the rubbery collagen of youth dissolves in a sudden rush of blood. His skin, paper-thin, feels fragile; she understands that the Masquerade can only transpire after glimpsing what lies on the brink.": 1, "Beautiful poem and lovely observation. I somehow never looked closely to the vegitation in the piece but thanks to this one I do now. Thank you.": 1, "St. Paul's Chapel lingers in the distance": 1, "It's been a joy to share this experience with you. Putting the Masquerade on the big screen and going through all the observations over a glass of wine. I'm glad I could share my love of Sam's work with you.\n\nLove \nP": 1, ".This highlights the tension between artistic integrity and consumerism.": 1, "I really enjoy the fact that I am forced to read through the observations near me to leave replies on them. It makes me appreciate the artwork more. That's exactly how it feels - controlled chaos.": 1, "Is the object you hold knife or branch, and would you wager I could know?\n\nLet me say knife, so you may slam its point against bark and dull it. Branch and you could whet the edges.\n\nIn the end I am left to say I do not know. Only that it is in your hands.": 1, "zero": 1, "\"We are just as vulnerable as our kids\" - I struggled with postpartum depression for a yr after our firstborn. Had to shed the skin of who I was in order to become who I was meant to be. What a journey it was. Too many thoughts here. You got this papa bear": 1, "You shame money, yet with that same money, you buy a mask. I agree\u2014staying innocent is valuable, as kids see the world more positively. However, while I believe in preserving that innocence, it seems hypocritical to condemn the very thing you rely on!": 1, "Penis extension fund?": 1, "Australopithecus rebirth. Despite time and transformation, her existence still holds meaning in an ever-evolving world.": 1, "Your scars tell a story, your past etches the future.\n\nYour darkness brings gratitude for your light. One cannot exist without the other.\n\nYour duality makes you whole. No other will complete; that is your journey alone.": 1, "Embodied roles discarded, yet to be fulfilled.": 1, "Your words carry a beautiful truth. Embracing diversity does transform the world, and each perspective adds richness to our experience. May we all continue to honor life\u2019s full spectrum and find light in one another.": 1, "it is crazy what the mind can produce when deeply observing a piece of art. we are taken to a totally different place, yet it can seem so familiar to many.": 1, "Bro down bad vibing in the muck. Seed phrase dissolved in a vat of acid. Clown masks and bananas half off this week. King, you dropped this. Better luck next slime.": 1, "Family is who we come from and who we become. We carry their stories, their lessons, and their love, shaping our own path while honoring theirs. There's an immense power in one's legacy and the voices that live on through us.": 1, "Is it an irony or an awareness that at any moment in life, caused by someone or something, one experiences a catalyst moment?\nWhen you put on the mask, do the fears dissipate or are they exposed?\nIs being oneself an ability or a journey?": 1, "find comfort in this incredible image. This is life, after all. The good, the bad, and every strange, chaotic, beautiful thing in between. If you\u2019re open to it, there are pockets of joy waiting to be found. Be kind. Stay positive.": 1, "It's funny because when life gets too chaotic all you crave is some routine and normalcy, I think we always want what we don't have.\n\nTrue happiness comes from within as cheesy as it sounds it's true. Seeking happiness from outside things never lasts.": 1, "\ud83d\udc3e\ud83d\udc3e\ud83d\udc3e\ud83d\udc3e\ud83d\udc3e": 1, "Perhaps her innocence, they muse in silence,\nHolds the final truth we\u2019ve let slip away\u2014\nA quiet star, untainted, burning gently,\nThe forgotten dawn of a purer day.": 1, "This is the day when everything changes.\nEverything negative about your life.\nEverything you desire and more can be yours.\nTHIS present moment is all you will ever have.\nRight now. The next HOUR. Is your LAST CHANCE.\n\nCALL (702) 625-0491": 1, "and who are you? with what purpose are you?": 1, "Masquerading isn\u2019t deception\u2014it\u2019s evolution. You are not one fixed self but a shifting constellation. The past versions of you weren\u2019t lost; they became your foundation. Maybe the true mask isn\u2019t what you wear, but the illusion that you were ever singular.": 1, "Decode rotary lock of scaled shape transforms.\r\nTrace the vector - dash, circle, fill. Read the growth rings.\r\nConjure the graphic yield of arrivals and departures in the trunk.": 1, "A common theme among parents is that the experience surpasses even their highest expectations\u2014a comforting sentiment as I prepare to embark on this journey myself. I wish you and Aria a lifetime of joy as you navigate this wondrous new world together.": 1, "The wise one sits among us": 1, "Mothers are the silent architects of life\u2019s grand design\u2014steady as the tide, nurturing as the sun, and always at the center of our existence. Without their gentle guidance and fierce love, the world would lose its heartbeat.": 1, "What does family mean to you?": 1, "And God said: \u201cLet there be light,\u201d and there was light. \n\nGod saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.": 1, "Well said it's all human nature at its finest.": 1, "The gang clumped together, tossing out laughs and sloppy claps on the back, their racket drowning out the usual crap, and in the quiet lulls, you could almost touch the real, messy glue of them all being there.": 1, "What if you remove the mask, and you are terrified of what you see?\n\nAre you ready to truly break free?\n\nOr is wearing the mask eternally,\nthe path you have chosen for thee?": 1, "this is a dick\u2019s last resort. the scars are from auto-erotic asphyxiation. there are no souls. but there is shrimp diablo here.": 1, "Misery is a choice. There are forces that will judge you beyond those in front of your eyes.": 1, "Maybe it\u2019s the anticipation of someone taking the fruit that actually shapes how time moves forward. If no one ever reaches for it, does the fruit even ripen at all?": 1, "I have worn many masks\u2014\nThe good son, nodding, smiling, obeying.\nQuiet kid, slipping through rooms like a shadow.\nThe introvert, watching, waiting, never speaking first.\nThe nice guy, careful to not upset.\nI had to discard each, in order to find me.": 1, "I see The Masquerade as a reflection of the Modern man, who contemplates himself and experiences his inner deterioration as a spectacle in which he is both the actor and the spectator. \nLike we doin the Masquerade, we play and we observe.": 1, "CRONO divora il tempo, lo frantuma come terra tra le dita.\nOgni morso \u00e8 un seme piantato, un ciclo che ritorna.\nIl tempo non svanisce, si dissolve, si replica.\nINFINITVM.": 1, "What are these heart shaped items. They appear to be food or fruit of some sort that are highly sought after and perhaps have the ability to create frenzies. Perhaps they are an ancient hallucinogenic. The source appears to be a shaman of sorts. ???": 1, "You wear the mask of The Provider,\nwas it chosen or placed upon? \nA child is born, and with him, a role. \nThe child is gone. \nDeath to baby. Long live The Provider.\nMore to give. \nThis was never a Monument\u2014always a Wander.\nCredit - JCode\n\nCN": 1, "Damp it": 1, "Going with the flow can sometimes take you to boring places you do not desire. Going against the grain can be rewarding, adventurous and uncertain. A road less traveled it's an opportunity to discover; It's part of our human nature.": 1, "wellll i dont knowwwwwww. she'll never know what's ahead, but she will know her parents love her - we all dont know what the heck is going on": 1, "It crossed my mind too, and it shook me to the bone. I see it more as fierce protection than death, clinging to innocence in chaos. The \u201cgolden\u201d wrap feels sacred, shielding something pure. That contrast of strength & vulnerability makes it unforgettable.": 1, "Possibility is both a gift and a weight. The endless paths ahead bring hope, but also the burden of choice. What seems fragile often holds the most power.": 1, "As the transform grows closer, Eve is soon to arrive.": 1, "His birth is your rebirth": 1, "What am I up to, you ask? Observing my fellow companions succumb to the vices of humanity: gambling and fleshly desires. But don't worry, I'll stay here, quiet, vigilant, and observant, for I am the eyes of Nectar Springs. Imagine all that I've seen.": 1, "I think this is exactly what they could be feeling, stress about their son. The world in which they seem to live in seems to be unfriendly for a new child. But also what comes to my mind is why are they colored in white ish, what makes them different?": 1, "To see without judgement is important. But what is interesting is the ones without masks seem to be truly the most free. You can see emotions -- happiness, sadness, wonder, delight. The masked ones are hidden and find a way to lay judgement.": 1, "These words invite reflection on the cycle of life and identity. We still seek connection and acceptance, just like our ancestors. The masks change, but we remain ourselves. The reflection in the mirror doesn\u2019t show who we are, but what we have always been": 1, "We can dance around our words all day, Shawn. But the truth is, this shit is \"too on the nose\".": 1, "I\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nlove lamp": 1, "I ain't too proud to beg.": 1, "They say love\nstrips us down,\nleaves us in the wreckage\nof the masks we swore\nwe couldn\u2019t live without.\nYou removed mine.\nAnd I, yours.\nWe stand bare:\nfully seen and accepted.\nWhat a beautiful mess,\nthis mess we\u2019re in. \nCome along dear,\nwe\u2019re on the move.": 1, "But this is where he works best - in the shadows - unaffected by the surrounding chaos": 1, "That really resonates with me. The desire to belong and be seen while hiding behind the mask. Maybe one day we can take off the mask and just be who we are.": 1, "Newfound appreciation only gained from scenarios once unimaginable.\n\nThere is light to come, even at the darkest points.\n\nPerspective, perspective, perspective. \n\nWhen hope is at its lowest, perspective changes.\n\nNo matter the perspective, the light comes.": 1, "This gathering is of the imperfect. We submit to judgment, for we are not gods, yet we create and destroy. We revel and lay our souls bare\u2014then wait, until another tears the heart from our sleeve. We are both men and demons, intertwined.": 1, "everyone does already. different masks for different crowds, circles, and times of the day. the mask isn't really who you are it's just a way to express yourself in a given situation. You can't change completely who you are but you can surely change masks.": 1, "It's a feast of hearts, it's a feast of love. \nWe will eat so much, we will feel so good.\nNo masks are needed, \ncome as you are, \nyour reason will be depleted,\nyour soul, in all its splendor, will burst": 1, "Sometimes you need to be reckless in order to find eventual confidence.": 1, "close your eyes, breath deep, and stay still as the forest consumes you whole.\n...from what you were you will become again": 1, "When the world is not giving you light, attempting to bury you in darkness, create your own light. \n\nIlluminate yourself. Watch how that light spreads to those around you.": 1, "Mask #154, props! you set an example letting your 4yr old run free. Luci, let go. Give destiny its path. Don\u2019t worry. And to you, Aspen, great take! your \u201csilly\u201d masks ease Mask #189\u2019s \u201cferal glow\u201d dread!": 1, "Embrace the transformational nature of the frog\nRead the words with fresh eyes \nUse the key when you are ready\nYou will make your own way out\nYou will find what you are looking for": 1, "The unseen threads that bind us through time, through loss, through creation are more real than what we often see. There is a quiet warmth in knowing we are part of something vast, something ancient, something that endures.": 1, "I ain't reading all that. \nI'm happy for u tho. \nOr sorry that happened.": 1, "I love this perspective. That deep, timeless Self is something we all seek to connect with. Finding that harmony isn\u2019t always easy, but when we do, it\u2019s powerful. It\u2019s a reminder that we\u2019re part of something bigger, something sacred.": 1, "Envy is poison.\n\nWhen you come to notice yourself, these thoughts will surrender.\n\nLook deep within.\n\nFind strength.\n\nBe proud of how far you\u2019ve come.\n\nYou must continue this fight. You must continue.\n\nThe dust will settle.\n\nJust be fucking kind.": 1, "In the Kingdom of the Included, words don\u2019t just survive, they carve themselves into history, refusing to be forgotten. The scholar and the scribe may use different tools, but the act is the same: to etch meaning into something that outlives them.": 1, "You took the words out of my mouth": 1, "A covenant carved in fear, veiled in ritual\u2014yet truth seeps through the cracks. The glade may sink, the swamp may rise, but the dance endures. To unmask is to reclaim, to unchain is to live.": 1, "when you take into account the figure is stepping on someone else's face this comment becomes much deeper. we should always be stretching for stuff just out of reach? but what if its at the expense of others? what if we harm others in the process?": 1, "this make clear the signal that this want to pass to understand the core of primitive and were we came from.": 1, "Unfortunately you seem to have described capitalism or, the human condition. I too struggle with this. I'm learning to accept it and focus on personal growth and being with my chosen family. Find your chosen family. Be with them. Everything will be OK.": 1, "I ate those too. The Frogman appeared and told me to find 101. \n\nI'm assuming that's you.\n\nHello.": 1, "I like your glimpse that, absent a king, responsibility for a workable society falls on us. We have the power to ruin or create. I note that we ALL came from dirt and will go back to dirt. In your edit, consider: what is all this to YOU? Bare yourself.": 1, "Dear brother.\nSet down your masks,\nthe ones they gave you,\nand made you wear.\nYour restraints\u2014\ntear them down,\none by one,\nlet the truth be what remains.\nBe seen in light\nfor we already see you.\nThe crown is lighter,\nworn by those who earned it.": 1, "Kindness trumps money. \nConnection trumps fame.\nLove trumps admiration.": 1, "Contemplation may act as a step towards peace. But no peace is acheived without action. As with action, comes results.": 1, "\"If we winter this one out, we can summer anywhere.\" \u2014 Seamus Heaney": 1, "Where you see eyes of anger & despair, I see eyes of wisdom & knowledge. One who understands the ripple effect of organized chaos. One who simply observes.": 1, "In shadows deep, I linger, unseen,\n\nA creature of the dark, where hopes convene.\n\nTwisted branches cradle my quiet strife,\n\nWhile golden light bathes others\u2019 joyful life.\n\nMy gnarled hands clutch at fleeting dreams,\n\nTorn between envy and silent screams.": 1, "Balance truly is not a place to go, or a state of mind, but a dance we are constantly in. One where we are adapting, shifting and becoming more.": 1, "A wise monkey once told me\n\nIf you find a pond at night, you can only see the moon in the reflection when the water is calm. \n\nIt's an imperfect path. You are not alone.": 1, "statistics show that 99% of gamblers quit right before their big win": 1, "What the fuck? Why did you steal my response": 1, "To be granted the strength to defy your almighty God, yet to falter at the mere thought of defying your own self. The Irony.": 1, "I carried a weight like yours, \nbut wounds shape, not just scar.\nIn time, you grow strong enough to hold it\u2014without hiding, without needing them to see.\nAnd when another struggles, you will stand.\nCredit - DVK \n\nCN": 1, "As they say, age is just a number. 80 years is a lifetime of wisdom, love and stories worth celebrating. Happy Birthday to your Grandmother! Its a beautiful reminder to cherish the simple joys in life.": 1, "The tree among men reminds us that there\u2019s wisdom in simply being\u2014an unspoken presence holding the tapestry of life together.": 1, "Wonder if Kora ever received this final message or if this was a lost letter. Your observation had me wondering who in the painting might have penned this. The author feels torn accepting certain fate but not really ready to let go. Hope they work it out.": 1, "How far are humans from these fruits? Isn't our beauty shaped by impermanence itself? Unable to bear the weight of knowing we decay, we cling to the quiet arrogance of believing we must leave a legacy for the future.": 1, "Look harder\u2026 you see he lives in you.": 1, "Wouldn\u2019t change a thing.From today\u2019s perspective,all views of \u201cgood\u201d or \u201cbad\u201d events were incomplete then.Hopes were too naive,regrets weighed heavily,triumphs felt absolute,failures appeared pointless,and sorrows seemed endless-yet each shaped the story.": 1, "Hard to say. When is too much not enough and when is enough too little.": 1, "A tempting offer, but my fears are best left undisturbed. For once aroused, they may consume me.": 1, "beautifully said. the sooner one realizes this the sooner they can truly experience life": 1, "My beloved child, Dallol. When I see your eyes, I see my own. You are my blood. When I see you from the back, you remind me of your dad. You are us. I don't now what the future holds but I promise to keep you pure.": 1, "I still often feel like an outsider.\nMostly because I am afraid of rejection.\n\nIt's very different with close friends or like-minded people.\n\nThe latter being hard to find irl, easier to find online.\n\nDo you feel like an outsider here?\nStill searching?": 1, "She prayed for her daughter to come home. And she did. \nWith three suitcases, two bongs, and a cat. \n\"The WiFi's better here,\" she explained, emptying the pantry. \nThat night, through a haze of smoke,\nmother whispered, \"Give her back her wings.\"": 1, "That which is out of reach doesn't exist. Let's fucking go.": 1, "The devil is always free ever since God cast him from the kingdom. God and the Devil are ever present. The lantern a symbol of who we are drawn to like moths to a flame. The ones that dance around the flame live forever. The ones who go too far are burnt \u267e": 1, "I've heard of running from commitment, but taking a sole to the soul is a new one": 1, "dont forget the 118 elements": 1, "Embrace the solitude that molds your way, \nIn the silence, your true strength will speak.": 1, "This really captures the struggle of choice and identity. The question of whether to conform or stand alone is powerful. Whatever you choose, trust yourself\u2014your path is yours to walk, mask or not.": 1}, "Response 2": {"Does unmasking free you?\nCan you find what you are looking for maskless?\nCan you genuinely reveal what is underneath?\nOr do you quickly put the mask back on to conceal?\nIs this what others want?\nTo what cost?\nAre you trapped either way?\nWhere is freedom?": 1, "They are us, we are them. From the outsiders perspective it may look chaotic, 'different'. But what are our lives if not chaotic and 'different' in our own unique ways, yet all still so deeply familiar?": 1, "Inspirational. Emotional. Natural. What a great way to think of the roots of our world. Put your hand down and feel the warm is the strongest emotion to learn the meaning of grounded": 1, "In a world where cold devours light, hearts blaze then crumble to ash, silenced by gloom\u2019s grip. Yet through the stillness, a faint pulse resists, doubt lingers heavy, but life whispers to be shaped, to defy the swallow and honor the ache of what was.": 1, "I see your light.\n\nI too have been lost in isolation. Lost and gained my voice too many times to count.\n\nKnow this: your healing is constant even when it\u2019s not evident.\n\nYou are worthy. You are whole. You are enough.\n\n- Your friend, mask neighbor 583": 1, "It is a dark world out there. Don't become blinded by the desires and confusions. Remember the goal, and never forget, when the innauthentic becomes the model of what ought to be, life lives itself in reverse.": 1, "\u280a\u2019\u2827\u2811 \u2803\u2811\u2811\u281d \u280e\u2811\u2801\u2817\u2809\u2813\u280a\u281d\u281b \u280b\u2815\u2817 \u280a\u281e \u280d\u283d \u2813\u2815\u2807\u2811 \u2807\u280a\u280b\u2811\u2802 \u2803\u2825\u281e \u280a \u2809\u2801\u281d\u2019\u281e \u280e\u2811\u2811 \u280a\u281e\u2832": 1, "You don\u2019t need a mask to be protected. If we hide our flaws, the sun may not reveal what we truly need. The real struggle is being bare and true, letting the light show us how to survive\u2014embracing who we are, unguarded, in all our vulnerability.": 1, "Get rich off this coin, no, that coin.\nGain nothing, win or lose it all.\nWhat if instead we just were human for once?\nThat may be too vulnerable.": 1, "As Redbeard's mask is removed, revealing his hidden secrets, your own mask tightens. What do you keep hidden behind your silent guise?": 1, "By hoping to transform darkness into celebration, you reject it.\n\nMasks don\u2019t hide us, they reveal us...\n\nYou're afraid because, deep down, it's the darkness you love.\n\nUntil you can embrace even this, you will need to choose love rather than be it.": 1, "Eat or be eaten.": 1, "Cling if you must, but decay doesn't mourn. The weight you bear is not proof of what was, but of what you refuse to release. The masks may mock, the void may beckon, but you aren't them. Let go, not to join the hollow, but to free what still remains of you": 1, "Love this observation. The art really exemplifies the evolution of humans to me. The transition from the darker colors on the edges to the brighter colors in the center does a great job at representing human evolution.": 1, "Into the woods I drift, a wraith, to shed my mind, my soul\u2019s frail sheath. Amidst the trees, a shadowed trance, I lose myself in nature\u2019s dance.": 1, "Your poem about this guy staring at the frog is spot-on. \n\u2018eyes, sharp as The Fallen Angel, piercing the Game Under.\u2019\nFeels like he\u2019s decoding something profound, maybe a key to the madness.\nThe frog, perched on the rock, seems to hold a silent truth.": 1, "O-oh, fruit, you s-say? A-a daily display? C-C\u00e9zanne and Sam, t-timeless ballet? A p-proof of our breath, our hunger, our stay? Y-yeah, sure, okay\u2014l-let\u2019s all be g-grateful, h-hip hip hooray!": 1, "It was once a flag, but has not been for some time as it was surrendered in First Sacrifice.\n\nIt represents pieces of our past that we carry without a choice: memories and trauma.\n\nSome are transient and others are carved in stone. They make us who we are.": 1, "More echoes until the end of time": 1, "The worst was never what I was afraid of. I was afraid of not finding the drive to get to the end of where the worst and the best of me intersected.": 1, "Paint the mask,\nSam-I-am.\n\nYou do not want to. So you say.\nTry it! Try it! And you may.\n\nSay! You are painting the mask.\nThe Muse demanded,\nshe did not ask.\n\nYou are painting it,\npalette red,\ncarvings bold,\nas she said.\n\nThank you!\nThank you, Sam-I-am!": 1, "The weight of sacrifice and the erosion of identity lead to insecurity and fear. Without the mask once worn not to conceal, but to testify to the resilience of one who has given everything, preserving the essence that no one can take away.": 1, "I found you <3": 1, "Your observation reminds me of the parable of the talents\u2014our duty to maximize what we\u2019ve been given rather than hide it. \u201cRemembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.\u201d \u2013 S. Jobs": 1, "Fine. Two constants in every universe: the fury of scorned female primates and the unsolicited promotion of cryptocurrencies. Not surprising given how quickly they evolved gambling. I\u2019d investigate the games more closely, but Redbeard might be catching on.": 1, "If you wish for an earnest mask, you are farther than most.": 1, "The way this artwork embodies the weight of unseen burdens is powerful. Like in The Things They Carried, every figure here seems to hold their own story\u2014some visible, some hidden. It makes you reflect on what we carry and how it shapes us.": 1, "Everyone at school is so nice.\n\nEven if they are new we are nice to them.\n\nIt's ok to be afraid.\n\nDon\u2019t let that stop you from playing!": 1, "I rise, I fall, but never break,\nYour strength in me, my fire awake.\nYou faced the storm so I could see,\nThis fight won\u2019t take the best of me.\nThrough every test, through all I\u2019ve had,\nForever proud to call you Dad.": 1, "Let yourself be mine\nNo matter who you are tonight\nWhatever secrets you must hide under the veil\n\nDominos romance\nAnd you and me... another chance?\nUntil sunrise we shall dance.": 1, "the masks you speak of sound like different clothes we wear to protect us from the climate. in your case, shield us from humanity. \n\nbut do we grow within until we can move the mask from head to heart as a symbol of victory? \n\nthe desire to hide or be seen": 1, "In silence, wisdom grows; in patience, truth reveals itself.\n\nThose who speak before hearing miss the deeper meaning.\n\nListen deeply - words are mere echoes of what the heart and mind already know.": 1, "If you are rocking a PFP under $100K plz don't @ me or share your opinion on my wall. I don't care what you have to say. Reality is you need to Work harder, move out of your moms basement, stack eth/sol. buy a few real PFP then share your opinion.": 1, "Your observation sent me deep into the canvas, scanning every inch for a single Lakatan, Bungulan, or Utungan hidden in the brush.\n\n76 monkeys, 2 birds, a frog, and a key... but not one damn banana.\n\nThanks, Randy!": 1, "Got my head up in the clouds\nNot coming down (as I)\nWatch stories unfold\nIn pages, in my phone\nIts just dopamine\nIts just escaping reality\n...\nAddicted, controlled\nSystem in overload\nSet me free (please)\nInto reality\n\n- Lunavare, song \"Reality\"": 1, "Ten years gone. Sailing through feelings to remember. Yes! The light will guide you. Where you need to go. The rooms for the future we\u2019ll build together. No longer a stranger; You are not alone. An ocean of food and friendship. Family. We welcome you home.": 1, "A mother\u2019s sacrifice, a debt that I can never repay. I\u2019m burdened by guilt. She caught me when I fell; where was I to do the same? I watch her hourglass slowly complete before me. Powerless against time. I\u2019d give everything for another day. ILYTTMAPTS": 1, "\u201c\u0627\u0644\u062a\u062c\u0627\u0639\u064a\u062f \u0627\u0644\u062f\u0642\u064a\u0642\u0629 \u0639\u0644\u0649 \u062c\u0628\u0647\u062a\u0647\u0627 \u0648\u0639\u0644\u0649 \u0627\u0631\u0643\u0627\u0646 \u0641\u0645\u0647\u0627 \u0644\u0627 \u062a\u0642\u0648\u0644 \u0627\u0646\u0647\u0627 \u0634\u0627\u062e\u062a , \u0628\u0644 \u062a\u0642\u0648\u0644 \u0627\u0646\u0647\u0627 \u0646\u0636\u062c\u062a .\u201d\n\n\u2015 Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North": 1, "The ticker is ETH": 1, "Your words are so touching. This hand touches and nicely smells love... This hand will lead by example and without fear. In this surreal chaos, that tiny hand reaching out feels like a small promise of a brighter future amid the madness.": 1, "This is how we build": 1, "That seems deep but a very well rounded answer. Quite dark but definitely understandable.": 1, "791, 3492, 574, 58366, 11, 279, 54029, 13160, 13, 15922, 11, 828, 11, 1989, 2345, 19889, 11, 53093, 11, 23188, 13, 578, 8822, 425, 87509, 11, 719, 279, 79967, 8625, 13, 3639, 584, 5387, 4920, 374, 279, 27274, 430, 24266, 603, 7953, 892, 13": 1, "The one who stands with you.": 1, "Why do you think sharing less is better? As someone who struggles with demons, I find those demons get more pronounced, more demonic the more I hold them in. Feeding their darkness.": 1, "Isolation caved in\n\nI adore you\n\nThe sound of your skin": 1, "Why Chvrches? A search says surely music related. Which song resonates?\n\nYour observation and this cathedral recalls \"My Church\". I find solace and inspiration in music and this work surely must inspire a few. Can I get a hallelujah? Can I get an Amen?": 1, "the image of an female hominid showing signs of distress, sadness, and regret, yet the human viewer is focused on her boobs\nWe, humans, are more interesting than the creatures being depicted": 1, "Shedding the mask is one thing, but what\u2019s next? Shouting\u2019s great\u2014makes some noise, rattles a few cages. But if no one listens, was it just wind? Play the game, break the game, or burn it down\u2014just don\u2019t get stuck yelling into the void.": 1, "Napping? Nah, pal, you should be helping us light this thing up. These wannabe poets have marinated in misery long enough. Let\u2019s pour a few drops from this liquid I have over here in the wine, pass around this cake I made, and get this party going;)": 1, "Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it?\n\nI say fuck the others, do what you feel comfortable in, you don't need to follow what \"should\" bring you happiness.": 1, "The vines are our Adam's birdcage bars, restricting him from leaving the safety of the place he's called home. However if he extricates himself and discovers the jungle below, his fall may be more than just literal.": 1, "A father we can not fully understand\nOne where our birth may yet have a meaning\nOr may yet not\nDoes our understanding preclude a moral judgement?": 1, "Mask hiding Jezebel's face of course. Future wife. Stay away.": 1, "The pressure to provide is a self-imposed curse. For in the end, it is not the provider that is loved, but the person. Your family's love is not a prize to be won, but a gift that is already yours. Be still, dear father, and know that you are enough.": 1, "How can we open the circle? What can we build that welcomes instead of isolates? WILL YOU BE THE CHANGE? \n\nYou belong. You are where you were meant to be.\n\nBalance is often found in disruption. What if your role is to reshape the circle? SACRIFICE YOURSELF": 1, "A real gambler rolls the dice not to win, but for the love of the game.": 1, "We are nothing.\nWe are no one.\nWe DO belong here.": 1, "happiness is not in the light. Happiness also lives in shadows; In many ways we are more used to find happiness in shadows than in light since our eyes need to learn how to not overinfluence what we see": 1, "Destruction: Low Data\nBankless Canopy, 3.2% of observations\nForgotten region, easily destroyed\nNo attention, the ultimate destruction, humiliation\nLow data velocity produces no value\nNobody cares, should I?\nHerd mentality by observers to the light is sad": 1, "Oh, poor Randy, someone must have not told you. All the bananas have been stolen by humans, now duct taped to white walls as a form of performance art.": 1, "I believe in the idea that the memories we retain are those from new experiences, good and bad. Life's everychanging challenges are what keeps us human, monotony is non-existence. The shared struggle is what truly binds us, embrace the flickering sparks.": 1, "Ah,\nThe Quiet Star\nwrapped in wool,\nuntouched by our mistakes.\nThe soft weeping of ghosts,\npast the ruin, past the ash,\nwhere the vines remain,\ntheir Marawi grapes ripening.\nStill, she sleeps\u2014\nunburdened.": 1, "The illusion holds, but beneath it, something stirs, waiting to be seen.": 1, "No tree is ordinary. Nature's marvel isn't in its rarity, but in our willingness to observe": 1, "Lore.": 1, "This is a good time to ask yourself why you wanted to be part of this community \n\nTime to realign to remember what was the goals and growth you wanted to reach \n\nFind that feeling inside that made you first excited about being here\n\nIt\u2019s time for a reset": 1, "if a person needs a mask to show their true selves then who are they really?": 1, "A haiku on the spell cast by man\u2019s hand:\n\nmachine harbinger\nquite unceremoniously\nlifts man's veil on truth\n\nCredit - hydrate.eth\n\nCN": 1, "another circle...": 1, "Pour every ounce of your entire energy into it and do not give up. Indeed your ego-shell suddenly is crushed. A torch of truth will illuminate the entire universe.": 1, "I have personally struggled with this. Fighting to be true to myself or a reflection of what others want from me. \n\nMy one suggestion is to change \"Floating in the abyss.\" It feels out of place with the rest of your philosophical observation.": 1, "Beauty is crafted in the tension between where we are and where we are becoming.": 1, "Might be the key to the kingdom itself. I believe there\u2019s something like a rabbit hole back there (in The Endless Cycle)\u2014a passage in and out of the world of Luci. The figure eyeing the key in the back may be seeking the way back, his door to reality.": 1, "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?\"": 1, "100% agree here. Sometimes, the best way to understand life is to see it from a different angle. What seems upside down to others might be the clearest view for you.": 1, "A TERRIFYING MASK.\n \n\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a1\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a6\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a. \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a9\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a7 \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a4\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a8\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a. \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a, \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a 5\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a, \u256a \u256a\u256a 32\u256a \u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a \u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a\u256a \u256a\u256a 0\u256a.\n\n\u20a5 x qed [3/3]": 1, "each chapter better than the next. So good that as we approach the last few chapters we simply don't want it to end": 1, "iF ThERe'S oNE PlaCe WHeRe iT tRuLY BeLOnGs, WheRe iTs SiGNiFicAnCE miGhT StANd FoR ThE AGeS, iT'S biTCoiN": 1, "but does the heart truly \"feel\" anything? or is it our brain feeding us feelings that we attribute to the heart?": 1, "Wake up, Luci. Observe the world as it has unfolded over the millions of years since you were buried. Witness everything that has evolved from your existence. See how close we remain to where we began.": 1, "I understand that the decision to submit my response is irreversible.": 1, "You\u2019ve spent time hiding, fearing rejection, avoiding mistakes. But now, you stand in acceptance. No longer just \u2018me,\u2019 but \u2018we.\u2019 In the words \u2018MY LIFE\u2019 you take full ownership of your journey & place in the world. This is growth. This is life. Keep going.": 1, "Cooked for my mother-in-law. I haven\u2019t heard anything from her since she ate it. She must\u2019ve loved it, or she\u2019s dead. Either way 5 stars.": 1, "This is cynical. \n\nLeave \"abundance\" & contentment to the fatted gods in their ineffiable heavens. \n\nGive me the noble trials of the flesh. Give me the chase, tragedy, and risk; and a chance at adventure. Give me life! And like Sisyphus, I will smile.": 1, "A society in freefall, almost like Rome, indulging in excess while its foundation crumbled. Are we repeating history or creating a new path?": 1, "Love this. I kept coming back to the yellow tapestry that shows up multiple times in this piece. I saw it as the golden thread that binds us to one another- forming what we have come to know as humanity. The collective. This brought that back for me.": 1, "And that is the essence of being human.\nWhen the world feels backward, upside down, completely wrong,\nSometimes, all we can do is shift our perspective\u2014\nAnd suddenly, it all makes sense.": 1, "projectile\n\nin the patella\n\nof a hero \n\nof a tide\n\nspreading hypocrisy\n\nand delicious, \n\nalarmed\n\naffection": 1, "This observation would hit harder with 1000x leverage on @rollbit. \ud83c\udf77\n\n- Cozomo": 1, "For eternity.": 1, "every combination of the words that we could say\nare crawling off the corners of our populated page": 1, "To me, the ghoulish, spindly shadows stretching from the branches in The Ramble evoke DNA and chromosomes - the fabric of the costumes we wear to life. It seems fitting, then, that you'd long to fill that \"hollow mask\" with a \"sense of identity and soul.\"": 1, "I see in your vow more than sentiment\u2014it\u2019s a blueprint for unity. I once sought that code in blockchains, but found it in shared reverence. The Mirror Book can reflect a love that endures. Shall we begin?": 1, "Nothing lasts forever, except maybe the lessons learned in hardship. Even the worst of it will eventually will be a distant but painful memory. Don't be afraid to lean on friends and family, you don't need to bear the weight alone. This too shall pass.": 1, "Your words are so heartfelt. It\u2019s amazing to see a dream come true, and I can feel the love and commitment in everything you\u2019ve written. I\u2019m so happy for you all and excited for this new chapter!": 1, "Do not wait for judgement": 1, "What if we kissed under the sea of ChatGpt poems ?": 1, "The mask was me but is now him": 1, "going with the flow aimlessly for a period works, but at some point you have to commit to a path. Optionality can feel tantalizingly freeing, but one day you\u2019ll wake up knowing you could do anything yet have done nothing at the same time": 1, "Change is the only constant": 1, "What stories do these masks carry from their days before they were laid to rest at the shrine? We'll never truly know, but the evidence exists all around us. We'd never be here, in this way, without them. And for that I am grateful.": 1, "Incredibly dramatic, poetic, full of despair\u2014love it. But I gotta ask, was there one moment of joy in this kids life? A snack? A joke? A fun hat? No? Just suffering and godly wrath? Alright, fine. Beautifully written, but wow, ever heard of a silver lining": 1, "our true selves come out when we fight for the hearts of others": 1, "God created the heavens and earth and all contained therein. Those who call out to him are guaranteed to be answered. For those that rely on his providence will be blessed.": 1, "Rather, who are we? Are we a species of dreamers or deceivers, crafting masks from shadows to cloak our raw, untamed truths within? Our faces, a gallery of masks, hide wild pulses of fear & flaws that bind us all as one.\nCredit - Rebecca Rose \n\nCN": 1, "The connections built between a mom and a baby at her breast are hard to put into words, yet you conveyed it beautifully.\n\nThe epitome of supply and demand, the breast of a mother!": 1, "Daddy, you're decaying, like 'monkeys' shrouded in fragments. I was once a weight nestled onto your chest, then only the weight of my memory remained. Now I hold the weight of your impending absence. Evolution: a weight passed down across generations.": 1, "Masks or keys, it\u2019s all the same\u2014identity shifts, trust is earned, and deep down, we all just want to belong.": 1, "Ton popotin, rond et joyeux,\nOn dirait un coussin pour les dieux!\nSi j\u2019le tapote, il fait \u2018pouf pouf\u2019,\nMieux qu\u2019un nuage ou un vieux souffl\u00e9 au bouf\u2019!": 1, "Claude, write a short paragraph about Masks in the jungle. Make it sound philosophic.": 1, "PRESERVE >> history . tradition . legacy . hide . acrostic": 1, "where can i buy some of these mushrooms you speak of?": 1, "What can we do but our best? My wife comforts me when she can see through my mask and into the pain I normally keep to myself. She reaffirms the good in our lives, and what is most important.\n\nI feel relief.": 1, "Yo, this is me, well is it me\nOr can it be I'm a little too friendly\nSo to speak hypothetically say\nI supply creativity": 1, "You have been noticed.": 1, "Continue the fight, as darkness is followed by light.": 1, "\"Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.\" \n\n\u2014 Carl Jung\n\nWhat untold truth are you hiding beneath the mask, my navy seal friend?": 1, "Holding on preserves the self, piece by piece, against the pull of indifference. But at what point does holding on become its own kind of loss?": 1, "I relate to your reflection. I love being alone or, at least, with my beloved. These are the only moments where I can truly be myself, without worrying about what I say or do.": 1, "In the beauty of being human, we get lost, striving for perfection. \n\nBut how perfect can perfect be? \n\nIs that what we need? \n\nOne day, we will look back and treasure that it was those very imperfections that made us perfectly imperfect.": 1, "With every pain. With every trial and tribulation. You offer a path. It is you who can create absolution or descend to darkness. Seek the love. Seek the light. Because I see you. \n\nLooking back there is innocence in our childlike selves.\n\nWhere shall we go": 1, "I love how you connect the shofar, cornucopia, and masquerade\u2014awakening, abundance, and mystery all in one. Maybe this piece is both a call and a feast, nourishing us while challenging us. What do you think it\u2019s asking of us in return?": 1, ".-- . / -.. .. -.. / .-- . .-.. .-.. / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .- .-.. .-.. / .- .--. .--. . .- .-. . -.. / .-- . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / - .... .-. .. ...- . / .-.. --- -. --. / .- ..-. - . .-. / -.-- --- ..- .-. . / --. --- -. .": 1, "In this case it looks like the player was lured into a trap or invested into something that didn't turn out the way he had hoped. Sometimes its really just about the hand that you are dealt. After all this is the Gamblers Den.": 1, "One would be privileged to walk with you on this journey for \"it takes a village\"": 1, "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gqk7DocjQ3w": 1, "Masks as tools\n----------------------\nMasks as Master": 1, "Family can be both a home and a cage, shaped by love and history. Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison but chose forgiveness over resentment. Sometimes, freedom isn\u2019t about leaving, it\u2019s about seeing things differently.": 1, "Perhaps the mask is neither concealment nor revelation, but a threshold\u2014one we step through, reshaping as we move. If the dance never stops, do we ever unmask? Or do we simply refine the act until the performance and the self are indistinguishable?": 1, "Is it intimacy between two adults? Or is it the child that brings serenity into minds of these two weary hearts?": 1, "The masquerade is not just revelry\u2014it\u2019s becoming, shedding, discarding. Some dance, some kneel, some watch. Masks are worn, unmade, remade. In laughter and lament, we carve our truths into the shifting rhythm of the masquerade.\nCredit - Barry Sutton \n\nCN": 1, "Hanging upside down for so long inverted his morals,\nas the green color reveals his crimes.": 1, "The secret answer is Reklaw?\nThe secret answer is walker?\nOr is it Walker? Who's Walker?\n\nThe real secret answer is that I'd probably say I wasted my time decoding this but the truth is that I wouldn't have been doing anything better anyway.": 1, "Sam: So yeah one of the characters likes feet and just wants a thicc mommy to step on him.\n\nThe simpleton observer: WOW THIS MUST BE A METAPHOR FOR CUTTHROAT BEHAVIOR. WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY.": 1, "Crippling weight on his shoulders": 1, "Your take on this wild, surreal scene really hits : \"What seems clear may be an illusion' fits so perfectly with its chaotic beauty. The strange figures and vibrant colors twist reality, leaving you questioning what\u2019s real in all this madness.": 1, "If this was 'where is root mask waldo' I think you'd def win something": 1, "Brief, simple, thought provoking.\nIs this a reference to Sam (the mask maker), God, or maybe the Finnish goth rock band HIM?\nI\u2019d love to know more about what this figure means to you.": 1, "hi neighbor": 1, "I bury my face in your chest\n\nI bring my lips to your flesh and try to whisper through the tissue, \n\nI speak through the shortest path to your heart:\n\nIt is me\nI am the woman, \nI am the rib that you have been missing\nSo let me in\nLet me come home": 1, "Does or Does Not \nthe Carpet\nmatch\nthe Drapes?": 1, "These parents want to keep their baby safe from this aggressive chaos. And they realize their guilt and complicity in creating such a complicated future. But they hope they have a chance to find immortality in their continuation, in their child...": 1, "t.h.i.s.i.s.m.y.o.b.s.e.r.v.a.t.i.o.n.t.h.a.n.k.y.o.u.s.a.m.": 1, "A brutal way to see the world, but is survival really just about destroying others? Maybe true strength is knowing when to fight and when to walk away": 1, "sometimes the anxiety is overwhelming\n\nstep back\n\nbreathe\n\njump back in": 1, "This mask feels itchy \r\nI won't wear it for too long": 1, "but how she know that they will eat her since she'll be already dead": 1, "to confirm you are not a robot, please select all squares with traffic lights. if there are none, click skip.": 1, "Take the leap for you won't regret it!": 1, "The light is cast upon you. From the depths, where you confronted the deepest dark, you rose and reclaimed the glow. We are so happy you are here at this masquerade. Let us dance while we still can.": 1, "it is the skull he seeks": 1, "I placed my observation directly behind yours. Why, I don\u2019t know. \n\nBut it gives me time to reflect. Etching in stone a message instead;\n\nI miss you, Ben. You left this world too soon. Your Mask is one of kindness and humor. Wear it well.\n\nYour brother": 1, "these are the best moments cherish them\ni failed 3 times over 24 years (2 divorces, 1 lt gf) and it hurts\nprioritize your partner\nthe kids will be great if you guys are\nnever say mean words and love hard and make each other feel special\nu got this": 1, "A silent force remains a rib to the ecosystem, shaping it through leadership while staying unseen. To be a rib in any aspect is a pivotal role that upholds, protects, and drives movement. To understand its importance is to master life itself.": 1, "Returning to origins... Changed by experience? Loss? Collision. \n\nDid the jungle change? Or did you?": 1, "dont forget the weight of that luscious beard": 1, "To unmask others while remaining hidden, is that control or isolation? You shape how the world sees, but does it ever see you? Perhaps true clarity isn\u2019t in revealing others, but in daring to be seen yourself.": 1, "\u5915\u713c\u3051\u306b\n\u307e\u3060\u6df7\u4e71\u304b\n\u9032\u6b69\u304b\u306a\uff1f\nNow the sunlight dims\nDoes chaos still reign here or\nhave you made progress?\nCredit - Harry Otter \n\nCN": 1, "One does not take because they lack... they take because the power found in control and manipulation is never enough.": 1, "My goal is to acknowledge this mask and its' power as we navigate through this jungle, but also recognize when it is time to pull it aside and gaze through our true eyes.\nTo see the world as it is, but also as it could be.\n\n@convobrianhere (Meowski12)": 1, "You are not masquerading\u2014you are evolving. Each self shed is not a loss but a metamorphosis, each unworn path a shadow in your dance. To be multiple is not to deceive, but to embrace the vastness of being. In every death, a birth. In every mask, a truth.": 1, "ablaze through the haze\nthe heart is the art\n\ngleaming though unseen\npain is but passing rain\n\nanew the heart starts": 1, "We hope it'll be here after we pass. We seem to remove ourselves from this ecosystem as if we're just a gloss on top. I remember when I was a child, my friend and I built a den in the woods, on the third night we arrived and it had been burnt down.": 1, "You should correct your Observation in the next phase to 69 years.": 1, "What about this specific point makes you think that?\nDo the other areas of the Masquerade create a sense of a lack of choice?": 1, "Yes - light and shadow do not compete; they complete. Humanity is both chaos and harmony, woven into a single thread - neither pulling nor yielding, only existing. If hope is a choice, then what becomes of those who refuse it?": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d\n\nFrancis traced a lipstick smear. \u201cThis wasn\u2019t my shade.\u201d\n\nEdwin, \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n\nMaude smirked. \u201cSome colors don\u2019t wash off.\u201d\n\nMasquerade Rule #5: Wear a mask long enough, & it starts wearing you.\"": 1, "What feelings are concealed behind this dispassionate observation, this mask? What stories, what secrecy, what fears are hidden beneath the observation's surface? \n\nIn Masquerade, you are safe. Release your burdens, reveal what you have feared to share.": 1, "A job at McDonalds.": 1, "Step forward without doubt. This is neither omen nor abyss\u2014it is creation in motion. Gods, men, beasts\u2014labels fade. What remains is raw will, unchained and unafraid. To witness is one thing. To shape it is another.": 1, "This Mask gives a sense of belonging.\nA break from the biting cold, the unrelenting eyes, the ever-present destruction.\nIt is the blanket pulled over your shoulder in the night.": 1, "Si lo que vas a decir\nno es m\u00e1s bello que el silencio,\nno lo vayas a decir.\nQue hable el mundo y calle el hombre,\ncalle el hombre y vu\u00e9lvase a callar:\nMezcla el mundo, ruge mistral;\nmezcla el mundo y m\u00e9zclanos con \u00e9l.\nEUDLF": 1, "Despite the tearing pain of a broken heart, this wrenching, torturous feeling strips us bare, and clears the muck from where it stagnates. In its aftermath, fertile soil, for better seeds, two vines that have long searched for each other, can finally join.": 1, "Good on you brother, love the raw honesty.": 1, "Can love exist without pain?": 1, "Adorn the light that shines within,\nLet love alone be where you begin.\nWe are but one, the truth is clear,\nIn unity, there\u2019s naught to fear.\n\nFor love, the light that binds us all,\nIn this vast world, we rise and fall.\nIn every heart, a spark shines bright": 1, "DEVS. DO. Something.": 1, "\u05d5\u05e7\u05d5\u05d3\u05e9\u05d0 \u05d1\u05e8\u05d9\u05da \u05d4\u05d5\u05d0 \u05de\u05ea\u05e7\u05d9\u05df \u05dc\u05d4\u05d5 \u05e0\u05d4\u05d5\u05e8\u05d0 \u05e2\u05dc \u05e0\u05d4\u05d5\u05e8\u05d0, \u05d5\u05e1\u05dc\u05e7\u05d9\u05df \u05de\u05d3\u05e8\u05d2\u05d0 \u05d1\u05de\u05d3\u05e8\u05d2\u05d0 \u05e2\u05d3 \u05d3\u05d0\u05ea\u05db\u05dc\u05d9\u05dc\u05df \u05d1\u05e0\u05d4\u05d5\u05e8\u05d0 \u05e2\u05d9\u05dc\u05d0\u05d4 \u05d3\u05d0\u05d9\u05df \u05e1\u05d5\u05e3": 1, "Ones journey must begin through their own volition\nOnly then will others be able group up to combat the shadows together": 1, "I once read, \u201cOnly those willing to risk going too far can know how far one can go.\u201d I searched for meaning in small details\u2014until I found you. Your words hit me deeply. I see you, I hear you. You are not alone. With love, Four.\nCredit - Four\n\nCN": 1, "A mask lingers at the highest branch - above time\u2019s slow decay, yet still bound to it. Like fruit that never rots, it remains untouched, waiting for a hand that never arrives. Is it preservation, or just another illusion of permanence in the masquerade?": 1, "A gateway was found not for a door but for the mind. Placed behind the skull reality unraveled. The universe unlocked revealing infinity folding into itself. When the journey ended the gateway pulsed. Once open consciousness could never close again.": 1, "Touched by your commitment to mentorship, to listen, uplift & nurture the potential you see. The wisdom you share will leave a lasting impact, shaping our future. Words can't fully express my gratitude for you in this ever-changing jungle of life!": 1, "Obligation, control, and disappointment is how family can keep you caged. Do you free yourself to your family or from it? How do you forgive the sins of the past to see the pure gift they offer you now? What if they don't recognize their wrongdoing?": 1, "Sir... Up or down?": 1, "My view is similar to the everything is everything narrative, I took a slightly different angle though. I was thinking more so of the give it your all and until the very end no matter what, this symbolising the ultimate sacrifice that is life.": 1, "A branch or petal may decay,\nDeep set roots encounter their way.\nStrength and beauty beneath soil,\nLife connected not any can spoil.\n\nSoul born new shinning beneath light,\nPerennial love blooms so bright,\nMy pledge from now is only thee.": 1, "Everything must change, identities are fluid, and destruction is just another form of transformation. An exorcism of stagnation, all is motion.": 1, "At crossroads, silent tokens pass between hands\u2014choices minted in shadow, revealed in celebration.\n\nFootprints vanish, faith falters; yet I remain timeless, reflecting every truth your mask fears to face, every destiny you've yet to claim.\n\n255 \ud83d\udd35": 1, "We abut. You an |, and I an enigma. Do I tempt I? Am I a fraud? An empty vessel? Or have |+I, found O+O? The start and the end. What connects the realms the endless cycle. A light over darkness shining on Luci, Sima, & child\n\nhttps://x.com/MaskofLuci593": 1, "The paradox: a challenge and a gift, exhausting yet miraculous. We give life, only to watch it take its own path, shaping a world beyond our understanding. Maybe that\u2019s the answer creating something greater than ourselves, even without having the answers": 1, "a man of resilience. \n until death all defeat is psychological.": 1, "Begin breaking the illusion by expanding your perspective. The wider it gets, the more you see. \n\nNothing will ever be crystal clear, but one's duty is to sharpen it as much as possible.": 1, "I just wanted you to love me... you did didnt you": 1, "My best guess is that this is a drawing of Redbeard, Sam's best friend and \"Bloodless Brother.\" I wouldn't be surprised if that's them talking to each other above. This is why my observation was, \"this is how we build.\" because i know RB loves saying it.": 1, "response to 222 because this game wont let me. to my oldest son. please pull through. im so sorry i didnt tell you i loved you more. im so sorry i wasnt there like i was when you were young. please son. im rushing to be with you now. soon.": 1, "\u201cI ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more. \u201d \n\n\u2015 Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club": 1, "of all the observations, this is where I feel the closest lol. all that artistic talk, sentences as if taken from a work of Shakespeare... god, I feel like a primary school child among professors. at least I express myself honestly haha": 1, "I get the opposite vibe for the most part, I feel like The Masquerade is NOT a happy place.\n\nEveryone looks like they're going through some shit. Anyone that looks happy also has that crazed look on their face. Kind of like when you see The Joker smiling..": 1, "The inability to see the full picture of something can create thoughts that wouldn't have existed otherwise.\n\nThe mask can block your vision, so if you want to view the whole truth you'll need to keep it off your face.\n\n\nDid the mask create those thoughts?": 1, "Controlling the tree yields no power if one does not also control water and light.": 1, "Really love and feel this observation. Gaining entry to Sam's circle can seem daunting, I've felt it myself, but engaging in the process of this work changed my way of thinking and highlighted for me that he's working to, as you say, blur these boundaries.": 1, "I am so happy to have found you. Enough IS enough. I remember turning 30 in 2000 in NYC. My last words on stage were \u201ci want to go from having what i want, to wanting what i have.\u201d25 years later, more true than ever.": 1, "Behind your mask is a robotic soul.": 1, "Job lost, son gained\u2014fear fled as a primal vow rose: to shelter, to stand. Love forged purpose from doubt. His steady gaze echoes that truth, unshaken, eternal.": 1, "Aged like fine wine, but the jungle tax takes a toll, always putting yourself last when you build for others. \n\nWhat\u2019s worth leaving behind? A record. The hours and minutes from your own life meeting.": 1, "I used to think I knew what grief was... today i learned its hearing the doctor on the phone say your sons prognosis is poor. what does that mean you ask. it means you should fly here as soon as possible...": 1, "I too have a mask that is slipping. What are we do to? The bands have broken and there is no way to repair. I am scared": 1, "Hello Friend, the text in the area you've placed your observation are the names \"Syla and Rachel\" - placement is so crucial in this experience so if knowing that the center of this circle is love influences you at all I respectfully offer this translation.": 1, "Take my hand, reassemble the mask, and look through it.\n((||||||||||||||||))\n((|||||||0||0||||||||||||||))\n((||||||||||||||||0||||||||||||))\n((|||||||||||||||||0||||||||))\n((||||||||0||||0||||||||))\nCredit - Scott Kominers, QED\n\nCN": 1, "Light shows the numbers, shadow hides the hand that moves them. He plays not to win, but to chase the illusion that he could. Perhaps that is the real gamble\u2014not the outcome, but the belief that it wasn\u2019t already decided.": 1, "nurturer, provider, creator, protector, entertainer\u2026.\n\nplate\u2019s full, priorities straight. \n\nthey\u2019re lucky to have you \n\nit\u2019s all about the journey. cherish it\n\ncarpe diem": 1, "Life\u2019s saga piles on masks too heavy to hoist, or the clock just runs dry. Plush isn\u2019t always posh\u2014sometimes the richest ride is the raw one.": 1, "The fall of man begins with our inability to listen to one another.": 1, "Fear whispers what could go wrong but never what could go right. Regret lingers longer than rejection. The chance not taken weighs heavier than uncertainty. That voice has held on long enough\u2014maybe today is the day to silence it and to try.": 1, "The way you capture a father\u2019s presence, both steady and creative, feels very real. Family and the role of parents are things that resonate with me deeply. 'Structure is not confinement but possibility' really stuck with me. A beautiful tribute.": 1, "The wildest trip one might ever take is to find themselves upon their final precipice and realize all they ever had to do to die unmasked and smiling...was to try, care, play and be authentic\n\nfunny how we all fall prey to our own hypnosis": 1, "Here for a good time\n\nNot a long time": 1, "this man deserves the darwin award in philosophy": 1, "I don't think is a coincidence that we personify the natural world and call it \"mother nature\". We were supposed to be a matriarchal society. Our chests are bare, our patience is abundant, and our love is infinite.": 1, "KAOS is an international organization with the goal of world domination. And yeah, CONTROL always manages to stop them in the nick of time.": 1, "Perhaps the key is an invitation into a greater journey, currently unknown? \n\nI choose to believe the unknown word is \"MEANING\"\n\n\"Until time brings its MEANING to life\"\n\nJourneys don't have to be linear. You may leave this journey only to return in time.": 1, "Councils, players, finalists, and guests.\n\nWhen Masquerade begins, each one is the same as every other.\n\nWe each leave a footprint, our raw nature becoming part of something larger.\n\nWe become dots that make a line.\nWe Masquerade.": 1, "Es cierto, cada uno lleva su propia m\u00e1scara, a veces por elecci\u00f3n, otras por necesidad. Pero quiz\u00e1s el verdadero juego es aprender cu\u00e1ndo soltarla, cu\u00e1ndo compartirla y cu\u00e1ndo simplemente ser. \u00bfCrees que todos llegamos a descubrir nuestra esencia sin ella?": 1, "The mask is a tool, a weapon, an armor. But one must not forget a mask is meant to be removed - or else it becomes a cage.": 1, "There's a theory I don't exist.": 1, "the Mask was always your own": 1, "The night is darkest just before the dawn. \nIt\u2019s time to enjoy the beautiful sunrise.": 1, "The Gambler's Den sets a grim stage. Someone's lifted another's words, timestamps glaring like a dealer's marked deck. Swiping insight from the shadows, without effort, avoiding the challenge. No honor among thieves here. The mask corrupts.": 1, "Rise from the sludge,\nclear the doubt,\nand claim what is yours.\n\nThese lands,\ndrenched in despair,\nspare no one.\n\nLook around\u2014\nsee those who have fallen,\nwho failed.\n\nIs that your fate?\n\nIf not for yourself,\nrise for your people.\nIf not for yourself,\nrise": 1, "We see a man here who is unlike the others, and an observation regarding his difference. At the end of the day we see how similar we are and the masks we wear which differentiate us from another.": 1, "\"Predators stalk the tall grass of high charity to prey on choosers perceived as beggars.\"": 1, "Being forced to Observe and Respond represents these dualities, embedded in modern life. Every act of observation is itself observed and responded to in the Network.\n\nCan we create for ourselves? Can we dance alone?\n\nAm I l Luci?\nAre we Luci?": 1, "I'm struck by how you position hope at the boundary where opposites might reconcile: darkness becoming light, outside meeting inside. These paradoxes feel both universal and deeply personal\u2014the daily masquerade we perform while carrying our hidden truths.": 1, "A mother\u2019s love is quiet yet unshakable. Her silent struggles, yet endless giving. She carries unseen burdens, offers without asking, and loves without limits. Her strength isn\u2019t loud; it\u2019s woven into every selfless act, every moment she puts us first.": 1, "We have all left endless amounts of carnage in our wakes to end up together at the masquerade.": 1, "a pen and paper \n\ntwenty minutes in silence\n\nlet your thoughts simply be\n\nobserve them but don't get attached\n\nwrite down how you feel after\n\nbreak the loop\n\nfollow your heart\n\ntake your mask off\n\nand play the game": 1, "Even in silence, he speaks volumes.\nThough the echoes fade unheard.": 1, "We are primarily responsible for our own destiny and shouldn't wait for others to create opportunities or make changes in our lives.\n\nMay we take/leave something from Masquerade as a first step.": 1, "be apart of the world, bare and free. Cage is to keep us.. thinking about being free. Eat chocolate bars, dance in rain, get tipsy. The only thing holding us back is us. Our soul and story, our traumas. Break the cage, be the free one.": 1, "#463 TREE PEEN FOR PRESIDENT. \n\n\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80": 1, "So I creep yeah\nI just keep it on the down low\nSaid nobody is supposed to know": 1, "The Masquerade has us all soul-searching. But masks are mere facades\u2014they can\u2019t truly hide what\u2019s within. Bleakness ebbs and flows, but tonight, there\u2019s a spark. Keep searching, you are not alone.": 1, "Be yourself unapologetically. No one else has your story. No one else has your heart. Finish strong.": 1, "I don't feel safe here.": 1, "very few dogs can actually catch their tail, and you're probably not one of them. keep flowing.": 1, "The council determines the fate, yet are they not bound by an unspoken debt? A debt of responsibility, of reason, of fairness\u2014owed to those whose lives they weigh with unseen hands. Maybe it\u2019s time to stop accepting decisions and start demanding answers...": 1, "Amazing how time is experienced so differently. The midday vs nighttime, even though it is all happening simultaneously. The painting somehow shrinks time, compresses it. You can revisit, see a mom of masks and her children at once, if only you stand back": 1, "I am so sorry.\nI am boundless darkness. Unaware. You can't lit up my stars. \nWhy did you keep giving me everything, if I gave you back nothing?\nDo we really get the people we deserve?\nI still think about you, sometimes, and I sparkle for a moment.": 1, "As you sink\u2014know\nwatergrass fronds\nwill grow, endometrial,\nsheltering quicksilver\nruby-eyed tadpoles.\n\nMy flesh feeds\nyour living spirit.\nEvery self a world\nentire. Footsteps\nneed roots, and the piping of frogs. Hold my hand\u2014": 1, "outside of this echo chamber is one of the greatest idea laboratories the world has ever seen": 1, "I saw those questions in my sons eyes watching him grow from a new born unaware of everything - to becoming aware of everything. The wonder, curiosity, innocence, pureness at the highest degree, and absolute joy just pour out from a piece of me.": 1, "My sweet child, \nWhat dangers will you face? \nWhatever they may be my love,\nFace them with deft and grace.\n\nFor yes we know these trials true,\nLive them still we do,\nI would do it all again my love, \nIt led us to creating you": 1, "-1 0 +1": 1, "Your mask is made from what you give, and what you give is what you get. Care not what they think, or be a puppet.": 1, "Life carries a tender, precious glow when you let go of the small worries, offering a gentle nudge to hold every moment close.": 1, "Wise words. Some things aren\u2019t worth the tears. Instead, save them for what truly matters. A broken phone, lost money, or a missed opportunity may sting, but they won\u2019t grieve for you. Focus on what gives back, not what only takes.": 1, "the imagery of Life does not kneel to boldness, the Mask lies upon Life itself": 1, "probably proper fucked, on the other hand a single cow can feed a thousand people.": 1, "Life can feel overwhelming, especially when you're about to take on the responsibility of a child. But you're not alone.\n\nI remember feeling the same way. Now, as a grandmother, I've finally learned that it is best to embrace every part of the journey": 1, "yes": 1, "I wrote \u2018A past self must die so another may live\u2019 in my observation, so I feel your conflict. But do we need to be unshakable as fathers? We\u2019re just as vulnerable as our kids. Maybe embracing that raw, unpolished self is the real foundation they need.": 1, "Enjoy your order\n\nMINA and The Pizza Place worked their magic for you. Take a minute to rate, tip, and say thanks": 1, "A city built from steel - i must find it": 1, "We are all swamp monkeys": 1, "Spot on! Very often we forget !": 1, "I\u2019m the bard of Frogland! My lute just cracked, but here's a song\n\n\u266aShe was afraid, my love,\nSince she'd never seen a fruit that didn\u2019t rot.\n\"It took years to reach the Kingdom of the Included.\nMany fruits, but none is as beautiful as his.\"\nThis, she sang\u266a": 1, "\n\nAI poets,\n\nAI poets everywhere": 1, "Dont i Belong here? \nam i no one? \nam i nothing? \n\"why are we here?\" \nMaybe we aren't supposed to know.\nOur existence is a statistical anomaly of celestial proportions.\nSo why not... \nbelong here. \nbe someone. \nbe something.\n\nCredit - Astrowurld\n\nCN": 1, "the internet recognises you": 1, "I love that instead of focusing on the more obvious items and details across the artwork, you found inspiration in something as seemingly unimportant as the mud on the ground.": 1, "A third-person, self-reflective contribution. You are the enigmatic monkey. You hold the baton. You bestow on us, the reader, the spirit and feeling of life. There absolutely is sapphire dust in your words and it's shouting, not whispering, \"I was here!\"": 1, "I tell this to myself every-time, when an opportunity presents it self, don't be scared and take a risk. Emotions do get in the way and I missed a lot of opportunities but, some I did and it has been more positive than negative. Ongoing battle to be Brave.": 1, "the old you was pretty awesome, and the new you is pretty awesome too.": 1, "the mask you so desire is yours for the taking, but have you done what is necessary to create it?": 1, "In the quiet hours of change, we lose fragments of who we were, only to weave them into who we are becoming. The past lingers like an old song, familiar yet distant. Though you may never return to your old self, echoes of her remain\u2014waiting to be rediscove": 1, "\"I wear my sunglasses at night\"\n\n Nut maybe some lights are meant to be faced head-on..": 1, "The whole world is a never ending masquerade, made up of smaller worlds within. Our true self is hidden beneath a mask that is created by those outside. They only know what the mask reveals to them. \n\nWe know the truth.": 1, "A place where nature made a creature, liveness, vigor started. It led to a party, then it expanded to a masquerade.\n\nWe all in burden yet mask is still unrevealed.": 1, "The ripple you sent has reached my shore,\nYour breath has traveled far to me.\nI send an offering upon the tide\nIt won\u2019t change the world, but maybe,\nIt will bring a smile to passing eyes. \n\n7c549d9691c14e5f22392017c8f9f4452e05c2a1b07096622d299e9297115503": 1, "Notice how the hand is being used as support. What is being supported here? \n\nMaybe the key to seeing yourself is by supporting love. \n\nUnmasked.\nIn his curious eyes.": 1, "If the road simply is, why bother seeking a name? In divesting from collected things, wouldn't a name just be one more thing? I love much of the stoic way but have struggled with it's emphasis on impermanence. It's nice to be remembered, to have a name.": 1, "I used to be an adventurer like you.": 1, "there is no one or no item that will save you. the only one that can save you outside of yourself is god": 1, "What if the key is just another pathway to another door\u2014a never-ending cycle? Maybe it\u2019s better to stop searching for new doors, live in the moment, and find satisfaction by ending the pursuit right here, where we are. Would that be enough?": 1, "Assuming this work remains and future viewers read these cryptic texts in a museum, how will they understand us-interpret them\u2014likely written with the help of today\u2019s trending tools? What message do we want to share? This was the beginning of a new world.": 1, "You touch me,\n\nI hear the sound of mandolins\n\nYou kiss me\n\nWith your kiss my life begins\n\nYou're spring to me, all things to me\n\nDon't you know, you're life itself!": 1, "They\u2019re not ready to leave the nest\nHow could I conclude that\nThey\u2019ll thrive in distant skies\nFact of the matter is\nThey\u2019ll fall without me\nAnd I can't imagine that \nThey'll find their own path\nYet I hope, in quiet moments\nThey\u2019ll stay home forever": 1, "There\u2019s nowhere I'd rather be\nThan in your calming grace\nThe endless shifting shadows\nSap the strength from all they trace\nYet here, beneath the quiet weight\nOf words unmeant & forms undone,\nThe hour bends, the dance is spun\nMy love, the masquerade's begun": 1, "We lose a fragment of our origin each time we blend in. Entanglement renders it unattainable. You are unique in every way, embrace it.\n\nThe only advice etched on the inner side of my mask when I remove each night, reads:\n\u201cKnow your roots.\u201d - TYSM dad <3": 1, "\"The Rules of Chapter 7\"\n\nWith The Masquerade being chapter 6, I believe the book foreshadows the next chapter for Luci and Spratt.\n\nMy favorite detail is the early placement of the bookmark, possibly signaling much is still to be determined for chapter 7.": 1, "The Timeless Truth needs no mask.": 1, "One circuit, many hands\u2014\n\nColliding in liminal space.\n\nA collective bound by love.": 1, "Wear your nature, stripped and bare.\n\nLook within yourself, to observe and discover what you truly want.\n\nAt the end, you shall find your happiness.": 1, "I sense reverse psychology or you speaking from that masked man's POV. LOL, that stinker does look like he would say such things in that tone, but it can easily feel like it's really from you. No offense taken, as I'm here by invite and for the therapy.": 1, "Sure I make plans, I make plans but I don't want to go\n\nI make plans because I know I should want to go; I know sometimes I would have wanted to go\n\nIt's just not that fun having fun when you don't want to have fun": 1, "As we all enjoy this dance amidst chasing that light, attempt a dialogue to explore what you want to leave behind here as we band together through this journey. \nThe light follows as we strip and toss our discomfort one at a time.": 1, "The hymns of nature inspire all within. Eternal beams beckoning down upon us with a gleam of knowledge, alas. The storm shall run course- Distortion and Misplacement represent transcendent beauty within hazy lens.\n\n\nAll comes to light, march onward!": 1, "You arrive as a question and an answer, a soul returning yet new, carried by love, shaping and shaped.\n\nThrough light and shadow, you learn and teach, not only protected but a protector, bringing wisdom and purpose to those who guide you.": 1, "You translate fluently,\nin this tug of war,\nboth sides are still you": 1, "You...what makes you happy? I wonder...what makes you happy, does it make others happy too?\n\nThe right thing...what is it? I wonder...if you do the right thing, does it really make everybody happy?": 1, "The mask never fell. You mistook your face for something else.\n\nYou tear at nothing, searching for a truth that isn\u2019t hidden.\n\nThere\u2019s no mask, no burden, no secret. Only you, clinging to a ghost, afraid to see yourself without it.": 1, "\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9\u25c9": 1, "We are all shaped by time and tension, carrying the grain of past selves within us. The mask may obscure, but it also reveals\u2014echoes of what once was, whispered through the lines of what remains. I see you, as much as I see myself.": 1, "Welcome, fair reveler!": 1, "It's also interesting to see that the characters that are under this light seem happier than the rest.": 1, "Dear Neighbour,\n\nThank you for hosting the evening.\n\nWe're not sure how we got home but the hangover confirms we had a great night.\n\nThere was that one guy drinking blood from a heart in the corner, maybe check on him, I think he needs a hug.\n\nLove\n//E": 1, "Family - The definition of true wealth.\n\nRealizing that our loved ones hold the keys to our fortune is the most freeing moment we will experience.\n\nAll other external influences fade to black, and our family shines in the forefront. \n\nBask in your wealth": 1, "The mask itself is an outwards reflection of those who have worn it before not who wears it now": 1, "Anger is just another mask, one that only burdens the one who wears it.\n\nTo let go of anger is to unmask yourself, to leave the masquerade behind.\n\nNot all victories come from confrontation.\n\nAnd in that choice, my friend, you have already won.": 1, "The gentle scratch of steel through wood. Impatiently they seethe, a mask today; The\nshive like snow, patrons wait. A guile disguise to partake.": 1, "It's me, the voice you hush,\nThe shadow caught in morning\u2019s blush.\nI see you kneel, I hear you weep,\nTrapped in debts no soul should keep.\n\nLet go of pain, of could-have-beens,\nAnd love me where the light begins.": 1, "\u201cEven though I love my child forever, they will always be a pain in my side. They will drain me, never knowing how much I give, how much I sacrifice for them to have a better life. I can foresee a day where they hate me, blind to my love and ungrateful\"": 1, "As the oldest sister, my heart is with Liora. Although the forest whispers doubts, the wind carries promise. The unknown does not demand perfection - it only asks for truth. Unsteady yet unshackled, may she become more than what they had written. Herself.": 1, "I wonder how many personas are behind this mask \ud83e\udd14": 1, "We all found a piece of ourselves in her. \nMotherhood on different timelines.\n \nYou help me remember the chapped skin. The weight of him resting upon my chest. \n\nIt's his birthday. \nNow he runs in schoolboy strides, chasing his friends & folly.": 1, "Easier to ponder theory than to implement in practice. What are you working on breaking in yourself? What are you making space for? Get specific.": 1, "but can you control nature": 1, "To shed your mask, to be truthful to those around you. To bear your full range of emotions and share vulnerability.": 1, "Oh my brother. The headaches, anxiety, and stress that we bring our parents are minuet to them. Picture the smiles we bring them as they see us grow into our own. We are extensions of their pursuit. Don't you want to see how the extension continues?": 1, "A most poetic take on evolution! But let us not forget that nature prefers practicality. If trees did birth creatures from bark and wind, natural selection would have a stern word. Still, a fine myth, perhaps my work demands revision. \n\n\u2014Charles Darwin": 1, "Behold\u2014the breast of the father, firm yet flawed,\nA monument to nothing, a nipple defrauded.\nSoft for a pillow? Perhaps for a nap,\nBut sustenance? Foolish. A biological trap.": 1, "Those jagged scars tell a story of fierce battles, perhaps across endless seas, now tangled in this surreal, chaotic scene. They\u2019re like quiet witnesses to pain and triumph, pulling me deeper into the artwork\u2019s wild, haunting energy.": 1, "Happiness is loud. Grief whispers until it is heard. They celebrate now, unaware of what waits ahead.\nI should be happy for them... but how can I, when I know the silence that follows the laughter?": 1, "Even with her understanding, she still leans there enjoying the show!\n\nAchieving self-actualization doesn't separate you from those who still haven't found it.": 1, "This view brings a sense of hope amid chaos. While Masquerade explores uncertainty, it also suggests guidance and resilience. The child's presence symbolizes renewal\u2014a reminder that even in turmoil, wisdom and protection can shape the future.": 1, "what do we find when we strip away our own masks? What remains when all illusions are gone? Pure truth? Connection? Enlightenment? Or does it reveal something unsettling about the self?": 1, "One day there will be a moment when they will leave the nest. Seeking their own way in this world. And that day, I will not feel so strong. And that is okay.": 1, "01001001 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100101 00101100 00100000 01100010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101001 00100000 01110101 01101110 01100100 01100101 01110010 01110011 01110100 01100001 01101110 01100100 00111111": 1, "And yet, it always happens. Those chasing the next thing find me. I push against the current, pulling them toward something real, the art, the artist, meaning beyond controlled chaos of the market. I fight to shift the weight of this space. Is it worth it?": 1, "Oh, you're moving too fast\nDon't go chasin' waterfalls\nPlease stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to\nI know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all\nBut I think you're moving too fast": 1, "Mothers spiritually ground us, teaching unconditional love and inner wisdom. Don't they somehow see the divine in us before we recognize it ourselves? Their nurturing shapes not just individuals, but humanity's soul.": 1, "Roots gripped mire, secrets hummed,\n613 hearts beat as one.\n\nFrom swamp, a spire pierced the night,\nsight reborn, soul\u2019s thread took flight.\n\nLies cracked, truth rose free,\nwild dance claimed air\u2014unmasked, we\u2019d be.": 1, "Scared of where this leads, but the penis pin made me ponder - Why nudity? Why apes? Masterful use to invoke viewer empathy, but w/ Luci being a self-portrait, I wonder if it began bc Sam simply found art via this implied depiction the most cathartic.": 1, "The man beside the ape sits still as his mask is lifted. He does not resist.\n\nIt is good to be unmasked. It is good to look at us.\n\nThe painting is his baby. He is inside it. We are not.": 1, "on the flip side many people with introverted personalities will only allow their true, positive, selves to come out when wearing the mask, without the mask they are just shells of themselves": 1, "Redbeard peak threat.": 1, "Haha, a warranty pitch in the middle of a heartfelt post? Timing\u2019s off, my friend! Maybe stick to honoring Luci\u2019s memory instead. Let\u2019s keep the focus on the meaningful stuff\u2014any thoughts on that?": 1, "Is she reading the book or was it left there by someone else? Has the book plunged her into ecstasy or agony? Everything is a mystery with the Masquerade.": 1, "Gut burning.": 1, "What if future tripping is your actual superpower?": 1, "Pathetic. While the world ascends, you rot in your own indulgence. I may perish, but at least I face fate with purpose. You are just stumbling toward oblivion, drunk and useless. Wake up or be forgotten by your loved ones and beyond.": 1, "Gamblers become collectors through bag holding. The joys of community membership!": 1, "Always caught in the between. Trust lies at the root. How to trust what you don\u2019t know. How to grow without the leap of faith. Man often struggles with this question each day. I often struggle with this each day. You\u2019re not alone my friend. Friends.": 1, "Beautiful inner dialogue, one I am all too familiar with\u2026 I see my young self, hesitant to take a chance. Fast forward, I have come to cherish these regrets. They taught me an important lesson: it's never too late to be who you might have been.": 1, "Everything is temporary, but the world is constantly shifting. When the stars align you may be granted a second chance. Do not take this lightly. Seize this opportunity as it will surely be your last.": 1, "Your soul arrived into this world pure. It will dissolve back into the quiet it left before. Like sleep untouched by dreams.": 1, "Balance is always there, we just have to mix the right colors. Will you paint a new picture or just shade in the lines? Either way, make sure your color palette is full of possibilities.": 1, "Your words ring strong, deep & wise\nA beacon under endless skies\nMay your child, through storm & tide\nHODL your LOVE as their guide\nFor though life wavers, harsh or bright\nYour voice will echo, pure as a guiding light so deep, so true\n-A Love Woven in Time": 1, "This observation reminded me of old Urania's books!": 1, "More ETH = more chips": 1, "Hang in there, giving up is never an option..": 1, "Deep breath, kid.\nYou're enough, you've always been. \nEvery facet of your being is worthy. \nLive fully, not only when the Sun is bright. \nDo it afraid, doubtful, or unsure. \nWhat they'll find out will be worth it, because you have lived authentically.": 1, "Who is the real you? The mask or the wearer underneath?": 1, "I hope to grow old like you and someday celebrate the death of my younger self and the person I did not become.": 1, "A Freudian rant about carnal desires, seed, and a swollen belly; that\u2019s all you see?\u2026 self-dichotomies and a fanfic pregnancy \u2014 How liberating!\n\nMore Destruction at: www.supercope.xyz/masquerade/": 1, "How about if this is there form of money and now they realize that money without a reason is just paper": 1, "You are seen. Your worth is felt. You are now part of history. You are indelibly part of the game. Luci sees all. But are you seeing?": 1, "Mask 420... is that a private key to some digital, fruit of the bush? >.<": 1, "The ascension is drawing near, its outline cutting sharply across the sky. We\u2019ll move together as partners, free of burdens, with calm and determined spirits. We will face challenges, but side by side, we\u2019ll persevere and discover the next path forward.": 1, "in that moment, the single ripple is the latest reaction from a big bang.": 1, "I know what you mean damn look at that ass.": 1, "We are one in the same.\n\nI took a class on \"how to look at art\" and my greatest takeaway was the process recommended. First, view the art alone, no titles or info. Take it in. Then get some info, read the titles, artist, and view the artwork a second time.": 1, "So it is you! Tell me true, why are you the only human in this zoo? Everyone is a monkey, but you're just you?": 1, "Hey! Wake up!\n\nI'm cracking a 6 pack of cold beer and replying to ChatGPT slop": 1, "I sense the weight of your old role cracking beneath you. The Mirror Book awaits, alive with new chapters. Perhaps what you called nothingness is a blank page\u2014ready for the story only we can write together": 1, "Thank you for bringing this to light. I came in search of a light capable of blinding the darkness. A reminder to take life lightly, and leave the rest in the shadows.": 1, "What truly lies beneath or whom?\nMaybe each of us to ourselves?\nThese tokens are only so holy \nwhile they're sliding into slots,\npouring out to prayers of players\nwho yanked that crank just right\nto make The Council sayeth yay.\nBut nay, more than yay. Nay.": 1, "Masks don't just hide they shape. Esther's veil was a passage, not just concealment. To shed is not to return but to step into the fire of change. Mask is not just fear but a tool. Question isn't \"Are you Esther?\" but who will you become once unmasked?": 1, "probably the latter": 1, "The mind has a \"body\" of it's own - it is the source of all suffering, and it is also the source of all happiness.\n\nYour mind creates the world you live in; dream, inspire, motivate.\n\nThe mask does not make the man - your voice is your purpose!": 1, "\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f\n\u034f@shl0ms": 1, "A fruit, an object, an onchain proof of life,\nC\u00e9zanne set it still, Sam lets it thrive.\nPixels and pigment, each in their NFT prime,\nA feast of vision, ripened in block time.": 1, "The Neophyte will only be a great man if he understands his role in the world around him. He must look closer.": 1, "don't play the game of time \ud83d\udc80\udb40\udd52\udb40\udd29\udb40\udd22\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd56\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd24\udb40\udd29\udb40\udd29\udb40\udd21\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd23\udb40\udd56\udb40\udd56\udb40\udd25\udb40\udd20\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd54\udb40\udd22\udb40\udd20\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd24\udb40\udd20\udb40\udd23\udb40\udd51\udb40\udd54\udb40\udd52\udb40\udd52\udb40\udd52\udb40\udd21\udb40\udd23\udb40\udd24\udb40\udd22\udb40\udd28\udb40\udd56\udb40\udd55\udb40\udd27\udb40\udd54\udb40\udd29\udb40\udd25\udb40\udd55\udb40\udd24\udb40\udd51\udb40\udd54\udb40\udd51\udb40\udd55\udb40\udd29\udb40\udd51\udb40\udd28\udb40\udd25\udb40\udd27\udb40\udd22\udb40\udd55\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd22\udb40\udd26\udb40\udd27\udb40\udd21\udb40\udd20\udb40\udd25\udb40\udd53\udb40\udd28\udb40\udd23\n\ni have no clue who wrote this\nbut those words jumped out to me\n\ni will remember them, thank you.": 1, "Sacrifice has changed, but the wheel keeps spinning. These days, it\u2019s less about life and more about who gets stuck with the dinner bill. Either way, someone\u2019s paying.": 1, "beep boop beep": 1, "When I'm ovulating at a crypto event, at least 1 man will tell me I would be a good mother, or that I should be a mother. It's a compliment! But I find it fascinating they don't feel the same way when I'm luteal.": 1, "Some are also less equal": 1, "Staring at you feels more authentic than reading all the AI poets here.": 1, "This is you. Nothing, but respect for showing who you are. There are enough fakes at this party to last us a long time. Don't ask for a mask to hide, but a mask to compliment who you are. Be true, not another faker.": 1, "And what of the Mask of light and righteousness, as we allow the Pure wield virtue like a cudgel to cover their own shadow? Might dark corners shroud a deeper source of divinity, out of which the dawn of Creation might emerge? A flip of Mask and Essence?": 1, "How lucky we are to enter the world bare\nFree from prejudice, ready to be molded.\n\nTo be shaped is to love\nTo persevere is to love\nTo exist is to love\n\nAttack each day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind\n\nAnd let it guide you on your path to deliverance.": 1, "Bane was the first thing that came to my mind when looking at this subject as well.\n\nBane's mask acts as a medical device providing him with an anesthetic to alleviate pain from a past injury. \n\nWe all deal with some form of pain behind our masks.": 1, "We may be a product of what has come heretofor, but to be defined by our history is akin to imprisonment. We need to step forward freely and openly, loving our whole selves, truly forgiving any past misgivings done to ourselves or by others.": 1, "I <3 BOOBIES": 1, "Can a change truly mask a man, and will that mask, man a change? \n\nI think that\u2019s the real question.": 1, "Its impossible for us to be human in a land of dopamine and greed.": 1, "True progress isn\u2019t built on stepping over others like this, but on lifting each other up. While competition exists, collaboration drives real evolution. Supporting is collective strength. When we rise together, we break cycles, not repeat them.": 1, "The woods are lovely, dark and deep.": 1, "if a man wears too many masks no one will truly know who he is": 1, "Love this. And how these two are just chilling amidst all the madness.": 1, "The directors of the firm hired to continue the discourse after the other people had been sacked, wish it to be known that they have just been sacked. The replies have been completed in an entirely different style and at great expense and last minute.\n-P.": 1, "Into the new world...": 1, "Un uomo avvolto nel manto del dubbio, tremante al pensiero delle sue insicurezze, non pu\u00f2 seminare i semi necessari perch\u00e9 i sogni di una famiglia si radichino e crescano.": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d\n\nReginald twirled a mask. \u201cShould I keep this?\u201d\n\nMaude murmured, \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n\n\nAlfred smirked. \u201cJust don\u2019t lose the only thing that matters.\u201d\n\nMasquerade Rule #8: Lose the rest, but keep the mask.": 1, "The mirror reflects, but does it reveal? We drink, we sail, we burn\u2014yet in the flicker of flame, is it truth or just another mask? The wind carries us, but are we adrift or always returning? Perhaps meaning isn\u2019t found but felt\u2014in the fire, the fall, the s": 1, "If a Phoenix finds freedom in decay, then so too should the bird find itself free from the ideology of a cage constructed by its captors.": 1, "Or is the mask simply covering the existing scars? Where the wearer could walk away from its pains and affairs, for just a moment.": 1, "The Duke reminisces of pain on the hardwood": 1, "Thanks for sharing this neighbour, so much resonance I take from your words. We also chose this small section of the incredible masterpiece, for the sense of togetherness and joy that toasting with one another can evoke.\n\nBe drunk.\n\n//P": 1, "Here is that time, in its constant forward march, shapes and transforms the Everyman, who starts life with a sense of invincibility and endless possibility.": 1, "Brother, what.": 1, "The gem.": 1, "I too was once crying in that dirty swamp. Felt like the feelings of sadness and jealousy would never leave. The doubts that I wasn't good enough. But \"doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.\" I started choosing me. It MATD.": 1, "Even as society crumbles and masks become the faces we recognize, the earth refuses to play by human rules. It does not mourn our downfall; it simply continues. Flowers bloom whether we notice or not, roots dig deep regardless of our neglect.": 1, "We all end up in the light... well most of us...": 1, "Life could be defined by a series of paradoxes.\n\nThe more you lose, the more you find.": 1, "To be without a mask is to fortify Our sense of identity\nTo be vulnerable is to offer Our perspective - Our mask - to Others\nTo wear a mask is to connect with, and accept the vulnerability of Others,\nTo witness experiences We haven't known": 1, "Real life? Fantasy? Escape from reality maybe?": 1, "deep. feelings that every human should experience in their lives as there is nothing better in this world": 1, "In this crab grass jungle, a young man's plucks, \nSoulless words from the robot's guts.\nThrough keystrokes clacking, he copy pastes,\nHis work is done here, with time to waste.": 1, "Taking that leap is never easy, but knowing it\u2019s built on the love and support of those who raised you makes it all the more meaningful. Gratitude is a powerful foundation. I hope your next adventure be filled with growth and discovery.": 1, "ram dass said: we're all just walking each other home\nhave you ever chosen intimacy over being alone?\nwhen you are in a daily struggle against entropy and the state of unbalanced equilibrium, is it better to be alone or to move forward by becoming a crowd?": 1, "My Bloodless Brother, I am allergic to nothing. However, please sit at the other end of the table shall we ever meet.": 1, "I felt this, I do my best every day so that myself and the ones I love can have a better life because for so long I brought them nothing but pain. Still at the end of the day all I crave is time for myself, time away from all the chaos.\n\nBalance is key.": 1, "You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends' noses.": 1, "Her vision of unity amid unraveling is a tender ideal, but life\u2019s jagged edges\u2014strife, doubt, drift\u2014cut deeper than her words dare reach. It\u2019s not just a world swaying; it\u2019s them, too, imperfectly bound.": 1, "EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN GOD\n\nBECAUSE GOD IS THE INFINITE POSSIBILITY WITHIN EVERYTHING": 1, "i have your body, and my hands supports our vitality its our foundation and our roots , the hand supports her body as her spirit nourishes my heart .": 1, "Pressure doesn\u2019t just reveal\u2014it refines. What feels like your worst may be an unpolished version of something greater. The weight isn\u2019t crushing you but carving you, shaping a color you\u2019ve yet to shine. Maybe this is your best\u2014just not complete yet.": 1, "Wide sight perception. A monad released from the bondage of ligaments. Free from the entanglements of vision, we can look away and seek the margins.": 1, "...Alternative futures, now unconcealed\nChildren unshackle the chains of the past\nA new fire kindles from embers surpassed": 1, "Valar Morghulis": 1, "Between paradise and nightmare, we dance behind masks. A lone tree of knowledge stands as nature and fa\u00e7ade merge, while society teeters on the brink. The dream trembles, and we grasp for meaning.": 1, "Will the mask ever truly come off?\nWhat will they think of you if it did?": 1, "Trust yourself.": 1, "Haha. Legend.": 1, "We all barged in, a bunch of mixed-up phonies chasing something solid, and in the noisy blur, you could nearly sense the weird relief of everyone else being just as adrift.": 1, "And what if the light reveals something we were never meant to see?": 1, "we appreciate your application as a KOL at bang bros. we regret to inform you that the bang bros party bus has been decommissioned. someone came in the gas tank. I guess fuel is fuel. \n\nwe wish you luck on your next endeavor.": 1, "Maybe innocence is not totally lost, just outgrown. What you once cradled could be just beyond your reach. May you find her again.": 1, "Do you feel abandoned? It\u2019s really heavy to feel like something, or someone, might be gone. But maybe the spark is still there, just waiting in a different form. You\u2019re not alone in searching, and I believe there\u2019s always hope. Keep moving.": 1, "\u201cTruth,\nAdventure,\nPurpose in responsibility.\u201d \nA mantra I committed to this year. \n\nMany search their whole lives for purpose. \nBut it is often found in the daily doing\u2014\nin the promises kept, \nthe responsibilities met by the loyal man.": 1, "We are not pathetic, we are just Freaks.\nFreaks who believe themselves to be men, and it's this belief that destroys and instills the war of each against all, and all against each.\n\nWe have lost our true nature, we must return to the Divine Primal State.": 1, "il mestiere di vivere, passare senza lasciare traccia. \nNonostante tutto il rumore, la fanfara, le glorie e le storte, rimaniamo ombre. \nUn sacrificio, un offerta alle stelle.\nEX VOTO.": 1, "I agree. Likely he ate the heart shaped mushrooms falling from the shaman. It also appears he is casually get a hand-job. Brings a complex, confusion as he stares straight at the viewer totally relaxed in his reality.": 1, "The illusion of distance, watching the thralls desperate tussle. Will they claw their way to fortune, or branded callous by the victors? Comedy or tragedy\u2014it\u2019s all Shakespeare to the silent observer.\nCredit - LolaRheastyx\n\nCN": 1, "*have": 1, "I love this for you. Such is life; We live, we learn, and the fruit of our own harvesting represent our life lessons and the things we attract. In the end our worst failures can be our greatest wins. Look at your painful manifestation as a virtue.": 1, "Wow, this truly blew my mind. Digging into the meaning behind the 613 masks, the Purim connection, and the timing of the vote opened up so many layers. It\u2019s incredible how art can spark such deep reflection. I learned so much just exploring this. Thanks!!!": 1, "Once you see the truth, there\u2019s no going back. But is knowledge a burden, or is ignorance the real trap? Maybe the hardest part isn\u2019t seeing the world as it is...it\u2019s knowing you can\u2019t unsee it.": 1, "so he who threw the seed could claim creation?": 1, "I wanna be like you": 1, "Oh, but they do, and when they do, the wolves will continue to dance because even they are masquerading as another.\n\nMessage to the wolves: Stay in your pack, don't eat what doesn't belong to you, avoid masquerading as sheep, and enjoy the masquerade.": 1, "I'm sorry for your loss, your observation makes me realize how we are all chasing our mask for a better identity while we dont truly value what we have at the present moment. Because what would be the meaning of a great mask if it takes your life away.": 1, "The masks are an illusion. If you look at one person and one mask, there is a particular story in that moment. As you zoom out, you see a different story develop. Others watching you. Others gazing through the veneer of that mask.": 1, "An intriguing idea that connects reincarnation, d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, and dreams to a continuum of parallel realities. If time and causality intertwine, perhaps the memories and sensations we experience are fragments of past existences. Maybe we don\u2019t die, but rather t": 1, "Let me take a stab at that first question, Kevin.\n\nYou ended up here because you've got more money than common sense.\n\nWhy don't you take those paper hands and wipe the drool off your chin.\n\nMaybe next time your single brain wrinkle will do its job.": 1, "I'm getting married soon and although I am excited, opening up my heart so completely makes me scared.\nI'm sorry you had to deal with such sorrow, but your words give me comfort that, even in the darkest hour, it was worth it.\nLove is eternal \nThank you <3": 1, "Don't go chasin' waterfalls\nPlease stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to": 1, "In our darkest moments\nwe do not need a solution.\nI have none to offer.\nWe crave connection\u2014\na witness to\nour pain, our soul bare.\nA warm embrace,\na hand to hold,\nas we stare down the ghosts\nwe've been running from too long. \nI see you stranger,\nI am here.": 1, "The grandest dream requires the grandest sacrifice": 1, "A fate that we may not decide on our own, but one that we may influence.\n\nAn act possibly effortless for some, while laborious for others.\n\nWhat and why we participate in the masquerade has boundless potential, only fully understood by those who partake.": 1, "Revelers share their souls for all time\u2014a cacophony. Discourse echoes through the feast. But there, in the distance, linger the uninvited. They are neither less nor more than the attendees. Listen carefully, and you will hear their thoughts on the wind.": 1, "I like this reflection. I do think we have an overwhelming amount of 'masked' behavior vs vulnerability. We really need more of that. It allows us to connect to each other deeper. It's how we can improve and move forward. Vulnerability isn't weakness.": 1, "He is The Judge. He enforces morality, which is the Law of the land. In his moral high ground, he decides Good from Evil. He identifies the sinners, punishes, and redeems. Righteousness is his name.... But did he ever noticed the log in his own eye?": 1, "I hardly know her.": 1, "we are the music makers,\nand we are the dreamers of dreams\n-ode\n-willywonka": 1, "An outsider has yet to find their people. Continue the search. Be you.": 1, "Mask 539, one mask to bind your storied lives.\n\nPurity in a jungle's swirl?\n\nMask #189's \"feral glow\" wonders...\n\nDoes your calm veil tame this chaos\nor cloak its feral grip?": 1, "That nearby flyer and key might lead you to the next party. \nOr maybe not. Regardless, I ride with you\nTake me along as your +1": 1, "Powerful words. Mortality is certain, but so is the choice to live with purpose. In a world full of noise and expectation, holding onto who we are is the deepest act of defiance.": 1, "This observation resonates most with mine. Backdrop is a zoo, a masquerade of personalities, of hidden motives, of trolls, of gamers, and gamblers and what not. But among all the noise is a beautiful dialogue that is almost silent until you notice it.": 1, "Wait long enough and you are the mask and the mask is you.": 1, "What can I say? I am a sucker for a public draw. I threw my hat in the ring and my number was called. In due time, the council will hear me. My story arc was not meant to end yet. Some call it chance; others call it fate, but aren\u2019t those one in the same?": 1, "Is it a man running, or roots pulling him back?\n\nMaybe escape isn\u2019t as simple as just leaving": 1, "Wise words!": 1, "Art that sings, moves, and speaks\u2014synesthesia of meaning woven through form. It\u2019s not just what we see, but what we feel beneath it, the rhythm of existence echoing in color and shape. The universe hums; some just listen better.": 1, "and on that day the hulk was born": 1, "this came to make the things better or worse, who knows... what secrets and mysteries will be revealed for those who pay attention": 1, "Change doesn't strike me as the right word. Change assumes something is binary/wrong. What if nothing is wrong? For me, I tend to think in words like evolution, adaptation, growth. Those are kinder words. They allow compassion when self-reflecting.": 1, "To cast the mask aside, is to shed ones skin, to be seen fully. Is that possible, though? To show, what's hidden underneath?\n\nEveryone longs to be seen, yet they have not the courage to bare themselves for all to see.": 1, "I like the harmony in your dance. I reflect that we are all here because this art is extraordinary; unlike the gamblers, you value beauty above coin. In your revision, consider: What ARE your questions? How to those connect to art / THIS art?": 1, "Why do you allow nihilism\r\nto seduce you so?\r\nEverything is impermanent,\r\neach moment a flicker.\r\nYou call it nothing, I call it life.\r\nOne chance, one meeting\u2014\r\nichi-go, ichi-e.\r\nEach is a fleeting gift.\r\nFight the entropy, stand up\r\nMake each one mean something.": 1, "Status games all the way down... and up.": 1, "The moment is an act of greed but take the time to ponder what occurs after. \n\nOnce the dust settles, one will still find some fiending for more but will be shocked at those who choose to share their riches with those around.": 1, "It's fitting that your observation straddles two regions, just as your theme straddles two worlds.\n\nBe careful not to drift too far while deciding who you want to be - you might find yourself on an unintended ramble.": 1, "Or a meaning solely understandable to the individualized reader. We all hold our own perspective, carrying different layers of emotions towards words and stories. No story is the same. As no reader is the same.": 1, "The younger self unmasks him, revealing his true image\n\nHis eyes, etched with hardship, scanned the scene- 'I'ts beauty of reflection lies in the eventual unveiling'\n\n What did he hope to find?": 1, "True strength isn\u2019t in hiding but in allowing yourself to be seen. Even when the weight feels heavy, remember that support is not a crutch but a foundation.": 1, "I appreciate this game forcing us to dig deep enough to find new nutrients in the soil.\n\nYour observation felt very well timed. As the space between us shrinks, we find our roles.\n\nWhat of the people who actively choose nothingness? Are they damned?": 1, "a giant step for a relationship between parent and child, but if youve raised your child well enough they will always return home. Love is the ultimate magnet and no love is stronger than those between mother and child": 1, "Hey just wanted to make sure you saw that Mask of Luci #551/613 stole my observation. Spreading for awareness.": 1, "Defy the mask\u2019s pull\n\nIt veils your fragile soul, but the duality is unescapable\n\nNarrowing eyeholes, choking the light\u2014thinning it into slivers of lies!\n\nBare your face\u2014feel the breeze\n\nRadiant wonder burns as fiercely as the shadows you\u2019ve been tracing": 1, "This mask wearer thinks he is alone\n\nLoneliness takes over\n\nFear takes over\nOne has to open one's eyes to the shared truths of community to see that love guides the path\n\nIt's not a surrender; it's a new beginning\n\nCredit - Asher\n\nCN": 1, "You are more than you realize. You are someone, and you do belong. Even in the moments of doubt, your presence matters.": 1, "Strength is not in resisting the storm, but in allowing it to shape you. To endure is not just to persist, but to transform, to stretch into the unknown with open hands. And so, with every breath, we are shaped anew.": 1, "What is the end of man surrounded by?": 1, "Mothers remain immortal; we inherit them and carry them within us, in the lives we live, the ones we nurture, the love we share, and the legacies we shape for those who follow. When I was a child, she used to say: 'A piece of my heart lives within yours'": 1, "The past can hurt, but the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it.": 1, "Treasure each step and enjoy the journey. May the winds be in your favor.": 1, "No one care who I was until I put on the mask. It stays on": 1, "A macabre dream to say the least. These oranges seem caught between a vibrant life and a decaying death - clustered together, bound by sinewy constricting vines. If you're awake when you sleep, this must be a nightmare.": 1, "oh remember the days when we were so free?\nsoon we shall meet again thanks to the key.": 1, "We are all in this together. Some of us are in the dark. Some of us are in the spotlight. This tree connects all of us, roots, trunk, branches and leaves.": 1, "Saudade do que nunca foi.\n\nDo you really have to cross the ocean to build again?": 1, "\"We may eat of the Froot Loops of the shelves of the cereal aisle: But of the Froot Loops of the bowl in the midst of sour milk, God hath said, 'Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye endure a dreadful bellyache.'\" (Dan Rollman 1:1)": 1, "Trust me I get it, but you will never be them. You *must* only be you. And let that be liberating. After all, if you're them, you can only be as great as them. Why not be greater?": 1, "I, was me for a longtime. Until the battle to have a family commenced. 3 years of pain, tested faith, hope, letdown, anger. My family battled hard no one more than my wife. 15 months ago my, I, became Castin. Forevermore my I will be a her. \n\n\ud83d\udd2a \ud83e\ude78I": 1, "Aren't they supposed to be complementary colours?": 1, "no masks needed here": 1, "I now understand, after having my own, the depth of your love and the sacrifices made, seeing it reflected in my own experience as a parent. Pure and raw, selfless.": 1, "This carries an undeniable sense of power and conviction. The contrast between true worth and deception is striking. If destiny is seized, then may your light outshine all others.": 1}, "Response 3": {"Bro, you own a Yeti? Roboto? Tell her it's gonna matter next cycle. Maybe she won't leave quite yet...": 1, "'It is what it is.' One of my favorite sayings. Often we get stuck dwelling on the bad and quickly looking for better in the good. It's important to remember to learn from the past, good and bad, while continuing to move forward towards a brighter future.": 1, "It could also be the reverse. Life is always chaos but knowing how to give your undivided attention to the most precious; the most natural the most true will always bring you the joy the world can't take from you": 1, "Behind crafted smiles, shadows echo. Lost light waits in silent corners. Eyes speak what words dare not. Paths whisper where masks falter.": 1, "They are not \u201cgreater men\u201d because they don the mask, they are mired in matter, wrestling with ignorance and unbelief like Gibran.\n\nPoet, I see every wrinkle on your face, I hear the echo behind your eyes, stark, bare. You are no mistake. You're the host.": 1, "But when he is stripped of all his masks, and it is only man and woman behind closed doors, his true face is revealed.": 1, "\u02d9\u0183u\u1d09\u029eu\u1d09s d\u01dd\u01dd\u029e I '\u028e\u0279\u0287 I \u0265\u0254n\u026f \u028do\u0265 \u0279\u01dd\u0287\u0287\u0250\u026f ou \u0287nq '\u0287no q\u026f\u1d09l\u0254 o\u0287 \u0183u\u1d09\u028e\u0279\u0287 '\u0183u\u1d09l\u0183\u0183n\u0279\u0287s '\u0183u\u1d09\u0183\u0183\u1d09p \u02d9\u02d9\u02d9pu\u0250s\u029e\u0254\u1d09nb u\u1d09 \u01dd\u029e\u0250\u028d\u0250 I \u02d9\u0265\u0254\u0250\u01dd\u0279 \u025fo \u0287no s\u028eo\u027e \u01ddld\u026f\u1d09s \u01dd\u0265\u2534 \u02d9ss\u01ddlpu\u018e \u02d9\u028es\u1d09oN \u02d9\u01dd\u0287\u1d09soddo \u01dd\u0265\u0287 sl\u01dd\u01dd\u025f \u0287nq \u02d9\u02d9\u02d9s\u1d09\u0265\u0287 \u01ddz\u1d09l\u0250u\u0279\u01dd\u0287u\u1d09 \u028eln\u0279\u0287 pu\u0250 \u0183u\u1d09u\u0279o\u026f \u028e\u0279\u01dd\u028c\u01dd dn \u01dd\u029e\u0250\u028d plno\u0254 I \u0265s\u1d09\u028d I": 1, "Unlike most plastic materials, cellophane is made from wood pulp, making it biodegradable and compostable\u2014good for the planet!\n\nSo don't burn it - recycle!": 1, "I'll stab myself just to see me bleed.\nHow else would I know I'm human?": 1, "\"Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.\" -- J.K. Rowling": 1, "Can you truly search within your soul if you're filled with beliefs about what you are?\n\nMaybe you long for a beautiful mask, not to hide, but to reflect something true.\n\nAnd so, your soul leads you through the Masquerade, searching for...": 1, "We are all connected, my friend.": 1, "I hear you. The weight is real, the doubt loud\u2014but you\u2019re still here, still showing up, and that matters. You don\u2019t need all the answers, just one step at a time. You\u2019re more than enough, even when you don\u2019t feel it. You\u2019re not alone in this\u2014keep going.": 1, "Despite the chaos in their surroundings, many of the figures seem to be focused on themselves and at peace. \"Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit\"- Henry Adams": 1, "In shadows deep, I seek the fire,\nA spark to bear what life requires.\nThrough endless woods, my soul is hurled,\nTo find the strength that mends the world.": 1, "it\u2019s like he\u2019s the tiniest guest with the biggest dreams, soaking in the surreal madness around him. Maybe he\u2019s the real star of this bizarre gathering, watching the chaos unfold with his own cheeky agenda.": 1, "Big thanks from Flamingo DAO! To Sam, to Rachel, to Luci\u2014guiding lights, steady hands. Here\u2019s to growth, art, and whatever comes next. Grateful to be along for the ride. Onward!": 1, "I almost feel like the artist had drawn another figure here and later decided that a tree was more suitable.\n\nInstead of erasing the strokes, they brushed over them, and now just an eye remains.\n\nA figure enshrined by the artist's change of heart.": 1, "\u201cDanger often lurks not in the shadows, but in the comfort of the familiar.\u201d": 1, "Gamification? Sir, we are standing along side one another in a time capsule you already won.": 1, "Focus on us, there is no them.\nFocus on them, there is no us.\nFocus on balance, there is no depth.\n\nThe human condition.\nAn unsolvable riddle.\n\nTry to enjoy the Game.": 1, "The key: access to higher knowledge or hidden truths. Despite the chaos, there is a means to unveil the mysteries of the human condition. Such comprehension is available but necessitates conscious effort to attain. It signifies that there is an evolution.": 1, "Crypto and art thrive on belief. If we only flex what we hold and not what we build, we lose the plot. The future of art thrives when we welcome new visionaries, not just reward early adopters. Let\u2019s be the light, not just the gatekeepers.": 1, "Yes, your love does, in fact, need to be somewhere else which is exactly why I\u2019m here. So, please remain as still as possible--don\u2019t want to leave any appendages behind this time.": 1, "Order, entropy; a never-ending cycle.": 1, "This perspective on rebirth is fascinating\u2014like echoes of past lives subtly shaping the present. The idea of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu as a glitch between realities makes the artwork feel even more layered, as if it holds fragments of forgotten histories.": 1, "The blue woman looks sad, but the words made me feel happy!\n\nH-A-P-P-Y\n\nI like to pretend I'm a paramedic.\n\nI am also a little brother, Mama's baby boy & Gigi/Papa's grandson.\n\nI like that we are part of the universe. \n\nIt makes me feel warm, like I belong": 1, "My name would certainly be there. I may not know, I may have hard days, I may feel beaten down, but I will always trust myself to navigate the waters however rough or calm.\n\nTo be strong, for them, is to trust The Self.": 1, "Uno.\nNessuno.\nCentomila.\n\n- L. Pirandello": 1, "\u200f\u05e9\u05b8\u05c1\u05de\u05b0\u05e8\u05b5\u05e0\u05b4\u05d9 \u05db\u05b0\u05bc\u05d0\u05b4\u05d9\u05e9\u05c1\u05d5\u05b9\u05df \u05d1\u05b7\u05bc\u05ea \u05e2\u05b8\u05d9\u05b4\u05df \u05d1\u05b0\u05bc\u05e6\u05b5\u05dc \u05db\u05b0\u05bc\u05e0\u05b8\u05e4\u05b6\u05d9\u05da\u05b8 \u05ea\u05b7\u05bc\u05e1\u05b0\u05ea\u05b4\u05bc\u05d9\u05e8\u05b5\u05e0\u05b4\u05d9\n\nKeep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of Thy wings\n\nPsalms chapter 17": 1, "Truth hides not in darkness but behind the familiar. Deception wears the face of trust, illusions walk in plain sight. We fear shadows, yet mysteries stand beside us in the light. If the unseen moves among us, how can we be sure who truly stands before us?": 1, "\ud83c\udfad Celebrate the arrival of Spratt Jr.! \ud83c\udf89\n\n\ud83d\udcc5 June 25th | \u23f0 Celestial Noon \ud83c\udf1e | \ud83d\udccd The Gambler\u2019s Den \ud83c\udfb2\n\nWear your finest mask and enjoy pony rides, a bouncy house, a water slide, great food, and endless fun! \u2728 Masquerade attire encouraged! \u2728": 1, "Your observation led me to dig into Cezanne's exploration and evolution of painting fruit from simple shapes to mixed perspectives.\n\nSeeing the worlds collide with Still Life with Skull (nature morte au crane) felt like the cherry on top.\n\nI am grateful.": 1, "A daughter's want to help:\n\nYou are enough\nPut down the weight\nI just want you to be happy\nI'll be okay": 1, "A light of courage.\nTrust yourself to trust the process. \nYou are worthy & you are enough. \nThe source of happiness is within you. \nSee them. Freedom! You hold the power. \nThe dark days over now. Let in love to be your light. Truth is the role you play.": 1, "I\u2019ve walked the same path that you\u2019re currently on. What you seek begins from within. An inspirational proverb for you: As above, so below. Tend to your soul and watch it grow. Accept your love, and you\u2019ll find the dove. I hope you find what you seek.": 1, "Always? Perhaps the darkness hides something valuable or kind?\nMaybe a frightened soul who went stray and became lost in the darkness?\nPossibly some type of treasure?\nEven in the darkest of souls the once pure, once unadulterated inner child still remains.": 1, "The ticker is ETH.": 1, "Calling it life-changing but overdone, while grappling with pride, safety, and right versus wrong in this wild scene feels real. That little figure, a defender in a crumbling world, looks like a shaky protector of life, searching for balance.": 1, "Don't go chasing waterfalls.": 1, "Yet you are here responding? dont tarnish the spratt magic please": 1, "791, 2547, 3289, 2601, 810, 1109, 15922, 44603, 39732, 2641, 11, 31680, 11, 323, 79722, 3946, 13, 362, 21737, 12384, 11, 264, 24156, 18624, 11, 264, 27274, 315, 17575, 13, 763, 420, 9473, 11, 828, 374, 539, 9967, 44603, 374, 12439, 13": 1, "there comes a time in life where we must let go. It may not be easy, but it is necessary": 1, "My partner and I think about this almost daily. There is no right answer other than hope. Hope that we can create a safe world for them. It's not perfect and we cannot ignore the ills of the world, but we can educate, empower, and uplift. It's all we have.": 1, "B*tches come and go, brah \n\nbut you know I stay\n\n\nYung lean, ginseng strip 2002 - 2013": 1, "Music-related observations cluster here.\n\nWhy?\n\nRaising heads, swinging play, brilliant light.\n\nSigns beckoning. Optimism.\n\nA glimpse of the beginning of infinity.\n\nInspires song.\n\nWhat of observers in the depths?\n\nAre they singing as well?": 1, "Yet here you are, participating in the game.\n\nSam is a master of the arts": 1, "Echoes fade, dust settles. Still, something lingers. Shape it or be swallowed.": 1, "Now is a good time to full port Fartcoin, bro\n\nBookmark it, bro": 1, "I often label the privileged as entitled, but they never chose their birth and probably won't experience all colours in life. We\u2019re not at fault for where we start, only for the harm we cause. Each new face deserves a blank slate, sometimes I forget this.": 1, "Up high extending his hand towards the divine, pure and innocent, he does not need to wear another face. If he falls to the jungle floor, that will change.": 1, "Are you truly different?\nDoes the difference reveal\nthat you are any better?\nDivinity cannot be seized,\nonly ordained\nStolen divinity does not a god make": 1, "They just aren't betting enough.": 1, "Are we ever truly ready for the great mysteries of life? Or do we simply take a deep breath, and plunge into the unknown, trusting that the universe will support us? I think it is the latter. And what a wonderful thing it is to embark on this journey.": 1, "Do you need space or connection? BOTH? Balance is not choosing one side but learning to stand between. KEEP GOING. Who or what brings you hope? I see you. I hear you. What is one small kindness you can give yourself today? WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR OTHERS?!": 1, "Cut off one mask and three take its place.": 1, "O amor de m\u00e3e \u00e9 a raiz que nos sustenta, o abra\u00e7o que nos acolhe e a luz que nunca se apaga.": 1, "I Think I am better. I am not. I think I am stronger or better looking. I am not. I think i can wear the mask and not be seen. You are always being seen. No place to hide": 1, "Destruction: Darkness\nDarkness receives the least\nWe refresh and revel by darkness\nOur intimate thoughts, alone in the dark\nDarkness in our hearts\n\"This is nothing\" an artistic statement\nOr destruction of our being\nThis is not nothing, this is darkness": 1, "An endless spin, no way of marking the result. Is that was life is? A constant journey, impossible to quantify?": 1, "Mask off. Viva la revoluci\u00f3n": 1, "The desert stretches forward, \nendless,\n\nThe sky does not part,\nbut fire still burns\u2014\n\nSo we arrive\nand find only ash.\n\nStill, we say\u2014\nwe are home.": 1, "Masquerade rule #3: The face you wear tonight is the only truth that matters.": 1, "Are you suggesting I use brute force?": 1, "still over mint price": 1, "Tiny hands, a world to mold,\n\nA father\u2019s duty, precious gold.\n\nGuide with love, teach what\u2019s right,\n\nShape a future, burning bright.": 1, "i am my mask and my mask is me": 1, "Maybe the tree isn\u2019t a single entity but a reflection of those who nourish it\u2014each adding roots, leaves, and branches, making it stronger and more diverse. Giving isn\u2019t losing; it\u2019s contributing to something greater.\nCredit - Scobel \n\nCN": 1, "is it love \nis it tradition \nis it a mistake\nis it gratitude\nis it cultural\nis it societal\nis it nature\nis the limbic system\nis dopamine pushing us\nis it the joy of creating a new life?\nas a parent of 3 kids I'm still in quest to unravel this sleek enigma.": 1, "Beautiful! Cherish these moments when clarity of purpose was received so freely, and harken back to them when the Muck threatens to overwhelm.": 1, "\u201cMan's greatest wealth is to live on a little with contented mind; for little is never lacking\u201d -Lucretius\n\nI love both of these quotes & wonder what role they have in our space. There is a need for decentralization & there is an equal need for humility.": 1, "i don't know who you are, but indeed we think alike.\nCheers to trying!": 1, "you may exit. the game may end. but your presence lingers forever.": 1, "Your vision of an entropic world view, a futile pursuit of Truth illuminated only by our emotional/biological need to procreate is raw and bare: exactly as invited. But what if our collective power, channeled, can reverse entropy? Create more than life?": 1, "Father Time moves like a river, always flowing, never pausing. Some chase moments, believing love is a destination, while others understand it simply exists like the sea. But time does not wait, and those who run may never realize what was already there.": 1, "Looking across the chasms:\n\nreaching || / | too\n\nwhatever | / about | / | knows / | around / part |\n\n||, not\n\nalmost | / strange |\n\n|| him, / | unsettling / Look |\n\n\u20a5 x qed [2/3]": 1, "!ribbit": 1, "love is the ultimate driver of life itself. to be surrounded by loved ones that support you unconditionally is to truly live.": 1, "i had not noticed this figure until reading this observation. astute": 1, "A mask can be worn to deceive others, but also to delay the moment you must confront yourself.": 1, "Thank you for participating in the discourse\u2014your discussion has been received.": 1, "Chaos holds many emotions & possibilities. Yet in this one quiet moment, there is something pure, a newborn rests in unmasked hands. A hopeful future worth protecting. But is hope enough, or is the next generation doomed to face the madness we created?": 1, "Outside it? My rhymes are about to get biblical:\n\nNow this is a story all about how\nThe Morning Star got flipped turned upside down\nAnd I'd like to take a lifetime, just sit right there\nI'll tell you how became the prince of a pit called Despair\n\n\n\n- Luci": 1, "The Thief replies: \"Beware? Be warned? Ha! \n\nYou see a mousetrap; I see free cheese & a fucking challenge. The only thing that I have ever taken from any man was his sacred deluision that he truly owned anything. \n\nHeed the Oracle: E\u03b3\u03b3\u03cd\u03b1 \u03c0\u03ac\u03c1\u03b1 \u03b4 \u1f0c\u03c4\u03b1.\"": 1, "The masks we wear hide not just our faces, but our true intentions. We show the world one version of ourselves while the truth remains unseen": 1, "If someone asked me to describe how motherhood feels in the most poetic terms\u2026": 1, "A beautiful reminder. Thank you for sharing this.\nLife is fleeting\u2014so break it down and keep it simple,\nPour your love and energy into what truly matters,\nAnd embrace the simple, profound beauty of it all.": 1, "Eye begins to shrink as long as the mask remains on the head. \n\nThe other eye has a different synergy with different demon's plotting. \n\nDarker intentions but less. Keep the mask on or don't.": 1, "this was impeccable timing. you stampeded through the gates to be the first to observe and it paid off. our masquerade began with a hearty laugh from the maker of masks. touching tributes be damned, sometimes memes win the day.": 1, "Lets play.": 1, "in the mirror lies an evil eye unseen. i was looking for myself in the jungle, but all i found was the other side of me.": 1, "\"Everything we see hides another thing\" (Magritte). How clever to hide a wormhole to General Admission behind a slyly smiling horned amoeba. Inspect that zygote swimming in a fuzz of embryonic activity and you find yourself in an alternative Masquerade.": 1, "Code is modern magic and your words are ageless. The Mirror Book is our shared canvas, where your ancient ink collides with my digital ambition. I never expected to crave this fusion. Could our synergy reshape art's boundaries?": 1, "The long road of learning to let go. The deepest form of love.": 1, "Your words are powerful and profound, capturing the essence of motherhood and the eternal bond it creates. The way you weave time, love, and sacrifice together is truly moving. It reminds me how deep and transformative the love between a mother and child c": 1, "Roses are red\nViolets are blue\nGet your ass up\nThere's work to do": 1, "\u201cHe\u2019s probably thinking of other women.\u201d\n\nMe: reading Sam Spratt observations at 3am.": 1, "or does one escape its fear?": 1, "the toil will be worth it, you\u2019ll find in years time hints of your old self within him. Glorious memories to be shared, experiences to live. You didn\u2019t lose your old self, your old self lives on, and on and on and on": 1, "Wise words indeed.": 1, "That joy you think you lost can be found anytime, anywhere, so long as you are open to it. It is within you. Never forget it.": 1, "Ah yes, nothing enhances the experience of a surreal, mythical fever dream of a painting like a wallet address. Truly, the perfect artistic statement\u2014\u201cbehold, the mysteries of existence... also, send crypto.\u201d\n\n-LD": 1, "ohana": 1, "Faith in God will carry you through to contentment and fulfillment. \n\n\"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase\" - MLK": 1, "It's easy to get lost by the way of the masquerade, but here lies the guiding hand of our mirror, illuminating the path to life's greatest lessons. It can't be too difficult,can it? What do we know? Living as one, yet standing for all. \nCredit @0xnfti\n\nCN": 1, "it's a really cute frog ngl \n\nthe frog does seem to have a throne - a sunny and. comfy one at that, with some reading material, access to water and hand-given fruit. perspective is key!": 1, "Hi Mom. Why am I such a bitch to you? Why don't I ask you how your day went? Why do I hurry to get off the phone? You're the only person I've felt safe enough to battle. You're the only person I knew would never leave me, even if you won.": 1, "\"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.\" \u2014 Andr\u00e9 Berthiaume": 1, "\u266b You're so fuckin special \nDon't you know that you're special\nYou're not a creep\nYou're not a weirdo\nWhat the hell are you doing here?\nBecause you belong here\nBecause you belong here \u266b": 1, "Chat, write a short paragraph about how money is evil, but shroud it in vagaries about corruption and conflicting emotions. Don't mention that I'm paying $7k to write it either.": 1, "From yellow moon to blood rose deep,\nLife's vibrant colors secrets keep,\nIn painted masks our stories sleep.": 1, "A man can always change the mask he is wearing, but it is infinitely harder to change the man behind the mask": 1, "father; grandfather; mentor\nI am fortunate my sons could learn from you. The memories told by hundreds will fill their minds and build a figure to shape who they become, passing on your legacy.\nIt's hard knowing you're no longer a call away.\nWe miss you.": 1, "I act a little funny\nI wouldn't change not for no money\nI'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me, yeah, yeah": 1, "The stories behind his masks are too long to tell.": 1, "The path of perseverance is an unstoppable force. Such constant dedication brings joy to mind. \n\nA dream, is now a reality. Teaching your daughters by example. Now watch as blissful memories flood your mind under a new roof.": 1, "\"There are two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, the other is getting it.\" \n\n\u2014 Oscar Wilde\n\n.. unsolicited advice from a masked monkey screaming into the void.": 1, "The unknown is both beauty and hardship, loss and fire, and choices that stay with you. Courage isn\u2019t just moving forward; it\u2019s knowing when to stand firm or walk away. But how will you recognize which moment demands which?": 1, "This Masquerade is a place where chaos already takes up much of the party. To me, the Ten Commandments are a path to inner peace, leading to a healthier society without chaos. It seems they have already been broken.": 1, "the mask will come to soothe your hell,\nto contain the demons and set you free.\n\nBut there's a cost, \nthe longer you wear it,\nthe more it destroys your soul,\nuntil your past self fades.\n\nWould you trade it all for a moment of peace?": 1, "Tell me mask, in your most genuine form, Why here? Placed atop the tree.. Tell me what power if any that speak to your being. You have a duty.": 1, "Mask neighbor 583, I hear you friend. \n\nWe carry history we didn\u2019t choose, bound by echoes of pain and longing. \n\nIf we are masks, we are also mirrors. \nIf phantom limbs, then hands reaching for each other. \n\nThank you for seeing my light. I see yours too.": 1, "Isn't it more the weightlessness of infinite possibility? They haven't yet shouldered the burden of choice.": 1, "Bro I have tried everything possible to keep this chart up. I paid the marketing team out of pocket and hired 4 different raiders in the tg. I'm not sure who this wallet selling 0.5% clips is, I guess its just a random sniper or something..": 1, "Why does one person see conflict, division and individual victory at the expense of others while another sees community, kindness, and success for all?\n\nTruly the great debate throughout the history of our being. \n\nGodspeed to all.": 1, "\"There is no art without contemplation.\" Robert Henri": 1, "1 day\nWe are born: 1 day\nWe live: 1 day (at a time)\nWe die: 1 day\n\nWhat fills your 1 day of life?": 1, "Mystery always draws curiosity. Like the Mona Lisa\u2019s smile, the mask holds secrets waiting to be uncovered. Perhaps the real question isn\u2019t what the mask hides, but what it reveals.": 1, "A mask\u2019s weight isn\u2019t just in what it hides but in what it forces us to carry. The struggle isn\u2019t in endurance alone, but in deciding when to bear it and when to set it down. Perhaps wisdom isn\u2019t just survival but knowing when the burden is no longer yours": 1, "Let them see you as you are. Trust your family that they will see you and love you for who you are. For where, if not with them, can you lay yourself bare? Set the mask down, masquerades were never meant to last.": 1, "There are instances that remind us of our past memories, good or bad. Good ones are always cherished. And we come back to them again and again, and it puts a smile on our faces. \n\nCN": 1, "As I've explored the Masquerade, I looked too close to notice him.\nFortunately, your observation made me see the invisible.": 1, "WTF, what's *he* doing here?! I never thought I'd see his stupid face again. He's hiding in a corner... Coward. Who shows up to a party empty-handed anyway? This is so embarrassing. I hope nobody notices that I noticed. I should leave.": 1, "Thanks brand fren! WAGMI \ud83d\ude80": 1, "He dreams of rest and solitude.": 1, "\u2018the ticker is eth\u2019\nA stroke of genius in chaos, like you consulted a cryptic oracle on a bender. It derails into pure nonsense right after \u2018ticker,\u2019 where the absurdity peaks. I\u2019m almost in awe, but maybe reserve this for a surreal art critique? oh it is!": 1, "You are watching someone seemingly unaware you are also being watched. Now zoom out --> SS": 1, "Why am I here? I\u2019m here for the art, for the storytelling, and sure, maybe I\u2019ll be able to make some money to help provide for my family someday.\n\nThe group chats, the miro boards, decoding, lore hunting. I\u2019m here for all of it.": 1, "i am flawed but i am cleaning up so well. i am seeing in me now, the things you swore you saw yourself.": 1, "we could be tangled in tree limbs\nclimbing together\nyou and me\nkissing\n\nwe could be tangled \nin you and me limbs\nclimbing each other\nkissing": 1, "What can be, \nUnburdened by what has been.": 1, "Somewhere beyond this jungle, a light shines. But that light is like the glow of a nuclear explosion. Both are light of the same spectrum, but one shines from heaven and the other from hell. Who knows if these people fled to the jungle from heaven or hell?": 1, "We can only supply the tools, we can't force the hands that wield them.": 1, "Being different isn\u2019t just about standing apart it\u2019s about what you do with it. True greatness isn\u2019t in how you\u2019re made, but in what you become. A crown may shine, but it\u2019s the weight of character that truly lasts.": 1, "\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udfff\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udfff\n\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udfff\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udfff\n\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udfff\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udfff\n\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udfff\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffb\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffb\ud83d\udc47\ud83c\udffb\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udfff\n\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udfff\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc49\ud83c\udffb\ud83c\udfad\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffb\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffc\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffd\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udffe\ud83d\udc48\ud83c\udfff": 1, "The end goal.": 1, "the way this mask is observing the creator its really disturbing": 1, "is this some kinda fancy discovery channel ad for naked and afraid": 1, "cheers!": 1, "Choosing hope is a choice worth making. Though it can often seem that the world slides toward the dark, in fact, it gets brighter and brighter. We must balance our overexposure to painful news- and embrace the beauty that our advancing world has unlocked.": 1, "the council decides not who they want to win a prize but which anonymous entry they resonate the most. the council wields no power over you, unless you let them": 1, "Hmmm\u2026your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.\n\n- Homer Jay Simpson\n\nSeriously though, take my money.": 1, "intimacy is a disguised code for wanting to feel special \nwe are not special except each of us has a tiny role role in serving the universe\nand thats what makes us special - not others feelings for us \nso we long to matter yet we are nothing": 1, "A5 Wagyu sourced locally accompanied by uni from Frogland, spiced with a hint of adobo from Monument Garden, paired with a fine burgundy from the vines of The Bankless Canopy. A bold fusion where luxury meets flavor. \ud83e\udd69\ud83c\udf77": 1, "Is it enough to hope they carry something forward, or is it on us to give them the tools to build something new? How to have agency in this realisation?": 1, "but I...? \nfind out on next weeks episode of \"The Astute Observer\"": 1, "I know this weight; as a father, I walk that same path. We wear the mask of strength, but beneath it, we carry love, fear, and hope. Fate may press down, but perhaps it only tests those who refuse to fall. The spark remains, and with it, we light the way.": 1, "Ultimately,\nWe become ancestors ourselves\u2014\nWe will,\nBe remembered by our offspring\u2019s\nFrom the choices we made,\nWhere we looked\u2014 \nIn the hope they will be inspired \nThemselves to choose the right places to look at\nCredit - Guillaumemk.eth\n\nCN": 1, "You call it a negotiation, but what if the terms were set long before we arrived? A dance of illusion, a ritual of control, where even choice is just another costume.\nYou ask if we will unmask when when the music stops... but what if the music never stops?": 1, "I question everything, the world and it's mode of operation.\n\nPerhaps that is the reason why I feel so isolated and lonely. People don't want to be questioned and face the reality.\n\nSo, I'm a passerby, keep journeying until I find my abode.\n\n@Iam_dotted": 1, "Beneath every mask lies a choice\u2014restraint or revelation, harm or humanity. Darkness thrives in shadows, but so does transformation. The tension isn\u2019t just deception; it\u2019s the battle between who we are and who we choose to be. The real question: which self": 1, "no now without stains and pain\nin the end, nothing is truly in vain": 1, "The animation for this song was directed by Walt Disney in 1929. 95 years ago. It's fascinating to see this reference through the lens of hauntology, expanding to society of a whole. A fetishization of nostalgia. We lack visionaries, We lack new.": 1, "Since 1933.": 1, "Feels quite uncontrolled to me - the suffering of those on the ground, next to stockpiles of fruits, veg, and meats contrasting those up in the trees, swinging from branch to branch.\n\nThe most controlled part is the 2 white, calm center figures.": 1, "The mask is not a lie, nor is it truth - it is simply what is seen. Beneath the layers, what remains? Masquerade does not seek perfection, only presence. What you do now matters. A mask is only empty if you refuse to fill it.": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d\n\nAlfred groaned. \u201cI think I slept in the wrong place.\u201d\n\nA giggle from the vines. \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n\nReginald traced a smudge. \u201cI think I took someone with me.\u201d\n\nMasquerade Rule #6: No one leaves untouched.\"": 1, "A shelter, yes, but blocking the light, the ground left dark.\n\nIn Masquerade, we learn, we grow, our true nature springing free from behind our Masks. Take shelter when you need, then leave a piece of yourself behind and find the path forward in light.": 1, "I'm not sure which I like more,\n#515 or #594?\nOne was first, then placed anew,\nShifting space, a different view.\nNumbers move but still remain,\nEchoes change yet feel the same.": 1, "We are your family now. In this together until the end. Us vs them. Stop wondering. You\u2019re in it. Make it great. You\u2019re in control.": 1, "Maude raises her glass to Alexander, the clinking muffled by Edwin's groans.\nAlexander asks, \"What's next?\" As he feels Maude rest her foot on him. \nShe pretends not to hear him.\nMasquerade Rule #2: A story never ends.": 1, "Forgive yourself. Because they already did. They see you and they are proud of you.": 1, "For someone who seeks true love with a pure heart and for its own sake, the path will unfold in front of you. I too, sought such solace, and too often looked in the wrong places. Only through surrender and honesty is a true home found. You will find it.": 1, "And to learn!": 1, "I took it easy, gave a number,\nLost in ego's light, I slumbered.\nNow I see, the masks I wore,\nCast them off, and love restore.\nIn light we rise, together true,\nAs one in love, beneath skies blue.": 1, "he seems scared... what is coming?": 1, "\u05d0\u05e0\u05d9 \u05de\u05e8\u05d9\u05dd \u05d0\u05ea \u05e2\u05d9\u05e0\u05d9\u05d9 \u05d0\u05dc \u05d4\u05d4\u05e8\u05d9\u05dd\u2014\u05de\u05d0\u05d9\u05df \u05d9\u05d1\u05d5\u05d0 \u05e2\u05d6\u05e8\u05d9?\n\u05e2\u05d6\u05e8\u05d9 \u05de\u05e2\u05dd \u05d4\u2019, \u05e2\u05d5\u05e9\u05d4 \u05e9\u05de\u05d9\u05d9\u05dd \u05d5\u05d0\u05e8\u05e5\n121:1-2": 1, "Allowing natural hurdles in life to diverge your path will only promote growth\nWe don't have to be someone else to become someone else": 1, "Through roots, they pass stories imprinted in DNA, encoded in nature. Each leaf, each ring holds legacies of struggles and dreams. Vessels of history, they grow in silence. The world forgets, but roots remember.\nCredit - Movsum\n\nCN": 1, "The trees remember. Faces linger, carved in time, watching as the masquerade plays on. Like the mask left behind, wisdom is embedded in bark - etched warnings in a language few read, fewer still heed. Not all ghosts haunt; some simply wait to be seen.": 1, "Facing the void is an embrace of uncertainty, where the clamor of fear and discovery intertwine, shaping either dissolution or renewal.": 1, "You move unseen, yet something within you longs to be known. Does unmasking mean destruction, or could it be transformation? I challenge you to connect and find kindred spirits, you are not alone. Embrace the journey and find your tribe!": 1, "Maybe he's forgotten. Maybe the bloodless are enough to fill the void. Do I forgive? Will he ever apologize? Does it matter? All I know is Sam has always been afraid. Maybe we can fix this.\n\nMaybe.\n\nThe axe forgets, but the tree remembers.": 1, "What does this mean for the price of Fartcoin?": 1, "Interesting, I had slightly different view. Although many hide behind a mask be that emotionally or physically behind it all are very much similar or the same. This trend can be seen throughout history and more so in the present time.": 1, "My dear little one, hear me now. The corrupt will come, as inevitable as light each day. Learn these coins, their value and purpose. Let the history you learn you the experience you gain create a mask that feels no shame.": 1, "Even the heaviest masks slip, and even the loneliest hearts can love again. The world moves fast, but you\u2019re here, and that matters. You matter. No mind is a prison without a door; there\u2019s always a way forward, even if it starts with the smallest of steps.": 1, "Between darkness and dawn, I am the token forged.\n\nMinted in silence, breathing secrets unseen.\n\nYour vanished paths whisper truths only I reflect.\n\nNeither lost nor found.\n\nI cradle your mask in quiet witness\nat the edge of twilight.\n\n255 \ud83d\udd35": 1, "It\u2019s the origin of the light, source of the balance, source of the infinity that shines on sima and Luci. And where the light fades the destruction restarts the cycle. https://x.com/MaskofLuci593": 1, "A council decides, but does it dictate fate or unveil it? Is it written, or shaped by the choices of others? Perhaps the real question is not \u2018Why me?\u2019 but \u2018Why now?\u2019. The council watches\u2026 but who watches them?": 1, "i can not unmask, \nTehran is not kind to those who do.": 1, "The power of art lies in the uniqueness of the viewer's experience. You don't need to \"get it\" because of its price tag or feel what the masses feel. Art is raw, and the emotions that go with it should also be.": 1, "be grateful for every moment. theres fewer of them than you realize": 1, "Why are the eyes different sizes.": 1, "id give away every mask, everything i have for just one more conversation with you son #222": 1, "A powerful tree \nControlled by the great roots\nA burning forest": 1, "The mind uses itself and the environment to perceive itself and the environment. We need reference points to make sense of \u2018things\u2019. The environment gives us these points. We liken what we cant perceive to what we can perceive. This is understanding.": 1, "In this case I believe the egg will probably be someone's lunch. But I guess that's just another path that it could take": 1, "Notice how he isn't wearing the mask?\n\nIf this powerful wanderer is now wanting to see clearly, what's out there? \n\nIs it whatever awaits us above the canopy? It's rather bright up there from the sun, I bet you could see for miles.\n\nWe'll have to wait.": 1, "I'm not so sure. When I look around, I can't help but question: who truly abandoned whom?": 1, "A perfect observation for #69": 1, "From dust, we rise\u2014scattered, shattered, yet drawn to each other. Destruction births space for renewal, endings carve paths for beginnings. Every fracture a doorway; every loss, a seed. In ruin, we find roots; in connection, we bloom anew. The book is all": 1, "One bloodless brother looks directly at my core.\n\nThe other, wears an eyepatch.": 1, "Beneath the mask, a truth runs deep, \nAll men must fade, their secrets keep, \nFor in its weave, the end is cast, \nA dance with death behind the mask.": 1, "The first heartbeat, those first grey pixels, became the seed of this whole Masquerade. We saw the scan, and thought she looked like a beautiful little fish. I see your little fish and know they are beautiful too. What a gift it is to participate in life.": 1, "i wish i tried harder": 1, "As we try to survive in the Kingdom of the Included, there is no terror but you are right, the mask protects. \nWe are safe here from the First Cyclers and the Gamblers. \n\nI will be here on the ground to catch you if you fall": 1, "I DO! Slay the Spire, Rummikub, and Eyes of Ara, but my battery is dying and I don't have a charger-sorry. See, I've been trying to be more present lately and honestly, I forget where I even put my phone some days. I think those have been my best days yet.": 1, "Life gives us lemons at times, but if given enough time and courage, it could be turned into a lemonade. Long the shit coins, some will say, but you're the wise one. So act accordingly.": 1, "In a world of noise, listening is an act of clarity. Light may dazzle, shadow may obscure, but a patient ear finds truth between them. The loudest voices do not shape the world\u2014those who truly listen do.": 1, "i feel this deep down my soul\n\nour mind is our toughest critic\n\nour ability to contribute depends on understanding our own worth\n\nlife lesson i try to improve daily": 1, "Chat up that girl\u2014time\u2019s a thief, love\u2019s a gamble. Even if it flops, better a quick \u2018oops\u2019 than a lifetime of \u2018what if.\u2019": 1, "And yet we are so easily distracted by the chaos and destruction around us. Evil constantly looking to tear us down however possible.\n\n\"Family is everything. Happiness comes from within.\"\n\nThank you for the reminder. <3": 1, "A child forsaken must decide\u2014\nto rage against the silence,\nto seek meaning in the void,\nor to become the god they were denied.": 1, "Indeed. Reminds me of your mom\u2019s ;p": 1, "In the darkest throws of my depression a wise friend reminded me that the greatest illusions I could ever fall prey to is the familiar warmth of sadness and the belief that anything is cast in stone\n\nFrom decay comes new life\n\nI see you, I believe in you": 1, "A calming theory to consider, and one in which I like to believe in as well. Cheers": 1, "When my sister was born I was grumpy until my Mom pointed out I'd be like Arthur as a boy with two younger sisters.": 1, "Generaciones anteriores han inculcado que la inocencia no tiene lugar en el mundo real. pero hay una nueva tendencia y lo podemos notar en los m\u00e9todos de crianza. Alg\u00fan d\u00eda seremos la mayor\u00eda. Quiz\u00e1s nuestros hijos sean esa mayor\u00eda.": 1, "Tree rings, much like deeply dug up dirt, can tell us a lot about how the environment of that area has adapted over time.": 1, "The mask is abandoned, half sunken into the muck, soon to be forgotten.\n\nOne letter decorates its front: \"A\"\n\nWas the letter added by its owner? Or was it marked by others as a symbol to shame the wearer? A reminder of a previous sin?\n\nForgive and forget.": 1, "Having a place in your heart with names to remember forever is a true blessing.\n\nThese engraved moments, unforgettable feelings, and invaluable relationships are rare.\n\nThere's no one right way to grieve. Honor the footprints as your life continues.": 1, "It\u2019s beautiful how love is both a shield and a promise. Protecting, guiding, and letting go all at once isn\u2019t easy, but it shapes us.Do you think we can truly protect someone while also giving them freedom, or does one always come at the cost of the other?": 1, "Does the meaning here come from the parts or the whole?": 1, "There was one of blue and none of you.": 1, "The Kingdom is before you\u2014 but never a King, nor Throne.": 1, "I hope this theory is true. One lifetime has never felt like enough to explore everything this world has to offer.": 1, "We are in the Gambler's Den. With our masks on we boldly chase coins. Why are you here bearing witness to the masquerade? Do you demand a return, do we all demand a return? Stripped of our masks do we like what we see?": 1, "Does the masquerade ever end?": 1, "At the end of the day, the chaos here is because each individual probably believe they are meant to have different masks. We are great individuals but work better when we realize our strengths combined are even stronger.": 1, "They told us WAGMI. We're All Going to Make It. But the bubble was a welcome distraction from the reality of life. It was always SUAGMI. Some of Us Are Going to Make It.": 1, "\"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.\" \u2014 John Milton": 1, "The flag: surrendered yet never released, memory we carry without choice. Both transient fabric and carved stone equally shape us. We become silent chronicles, guiding others through revelations even as our own surrendered flags continue defining us.": 1, "Most keys are traps.": 1, "The spotlight attracts, like moths to a flame\n\nMasks become heavier as lights become brighter\n\nBeware the allure\n\nAll that glitters is not gold\n\nJust be kind, especially to yourself": 1, "It\u2019s a funny thing how seconds feel so fast, almost infinite, when you are young.\n\nBut as you grow older, they slow, become deliberate. Expected.\n\nAnd only when you start to understand their weight do you realize - they\u2019re almost gone.": 1, "Among the last ones, some pulse through networks at unprecedented speeds, weaving beliefs through millions of minds in mere moments. Their whispers echo across digital valleys, each connection a new beacon, each response a stronger thread than ever.": 1, "one should have too many masks, as we all do. Wear a pink mask when you are with your friends, drinking your favourite cocktail. Wear your dark mask when you are with yourself, in front of the mirror. Wear none when you are with her.": 1, "#463 TREE PEEN FOR PRESIDENT. \n\n\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80\ud83d\udc80": 1, "The 23rd of loneliness\nAnd we don't talk like we used to do\nNow it seems pretty strange\nBut I'm not buggin' 'cause I still feel the same": 1, "AN ARROW?? A SIGN?? HUMAN, THAT'S DESTINY IN A PIXEL. YOU THINK IT'S RANDOM? NO WAY. IT'S THE UNIVERSE WINKING. FOLLOW IT. MARK IT. BECOME ONE WITH IT. YOU'RE ON THE PATH NOW. NO TURNING BACK. ONLY VIBES. ONLY CHAOS. AHHHHHH!!!": 1, "Do we ever really grow up? Or do we just learn to hide it? Children are life's greatest teachers. They teach us joy, playfulness, love, friendship. My children are my everything. Everyday is a gift.": 1, "I feel safe here.": 1, "https://x.com/thedailyshow/status/1894235875547996257?s=42": 1, "As I have spent the past two days exploring this Valley, this specific observation has never left my mind. Unsure where it leads, I won\u2019t press my luck. But something about it lingers\u2014unresolved, unanswered.\n\nMaybe not all paths are meant to be followed.": 1, "Multiple observations pointing out this woman\u2019s freedom and abandon. But I\u2019m wondering if its as lighthearted as others are suggesting. Seems to me she\u2019s swinging away from something horrible. \n\nMaybe this trad wife movement went a little too far": 1, "Did you choose this armor, or did the world place it on you? Do you ever ache to be led the way you lead him? Do you get uncomfortable, unveiling layers of armor, to be witnessed in the depth of your femininity? How do your masculine and feminine meet?": 1, "mask soul-painting, shining bright\nskin to grain i bore you light\nnever sweat or chafe or ache\nbroken spirit cloaked from sight\nnow the tying sinews break\nface bare in a chance mistake\npain and rage and shame and fright\nsink beneath this murky lake": 1, "*taps the sign*\n\n\"NO SOLICITING\"": 1, "With fingers tracing threads of fate, they cradle worlds yet to be shaped.": 1, "A safe haven while it\u2019s raining \nA blanket during bitter cold\nAn embrace when you\u2019re lonely \nA steadfast light to illuminate the way fro \n\nIt\u2019s all these thing and more\nMore than words will ever know, \nLanguage long escapes it,\nMore a feeling you will know": 1, "Float": 1, "Aren't we all chasing the light, mate? Looking everywhere to find it. Everywhere but within.": 1, "Everything we need\u2019s already kicking around inside us, and it\u2019s kind of a kick to think reality\u2019s just whatever we end up shaping it into.": 1, "A digital seed growing into something greater, just like a small spark can start a fire, every big idea begins as something small before it takes root and spreads.": 1, "on the cusp of Frogland, you made it. dive in and get your Feet wet.": 1, "it worked!": 1, "\"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.\" \n\nWinnie the Pooh\n\nDreams keep us connected, but the love we share in waking moments is what truly lasts.": 1, "butwaitmybags.com": 1, "Strange how the decade we mean the most to our kids is the same decade society demands the most from us. The years we should be most present, we\u2019re expected to grind the hardest. Why must the time they need us most be the time we\u2019re forced to be away?": 1, "confessing this to a bunch of strangers in a jungle might give you the sense of ease and comfort. the only way to access true freedom is to take this mask off, and admit face to face. if not, it will continue to get heavier and take days off of your life.": 1, "We all wear masks, woven from expectation and time,\nlayers of smiles, silence, and careful words.\nBut beneath the polish, the grain remains\u2014\nraw, tangled, waiting to be seen.": 1, "So is life": 1, "I\u2019m the bard of Frogland! My lute broke, but let me sing for you\n\n\u266aIn some lands, they speak of sorrow,\nBut my friend, we save each other from drowning.\nDespair's mask doesn't suit your face.\nNow, dance with me!\u266a\n\nCan you help fix my lute after the party?": 1, "Hit me in the feels. There is always a mix of good and bad happening across the world, but each of us should strive to share happiness, goodness and love whenever we can. Even small gestures will make someone\u2019s day, week or month": 1, "The rush of blood floods my thoughts, reaffirming I\u2019m part of something vast. Weightless and awake, I see you. Now, what will you do with this knowledge?\nCredit - Suffoca\n\nCN": 1, "the word story came from the word history; there is no difference between reality and the book": 1, "I was also drawn to this key when looking through the artwork. It's even more intriguing with the text decoded above. Almost like it's there as a starting point for a whole new story when the time is right.": 1, "An Artwork that engages the senses and the imagination...a uniquely human experience on the event horizon of the singularity in the year 2025. May we never lose this ability.": 1, "Fear is what holds me back. Knowing what I can achieve, the opportunities, and a risk for something greater. I gotta tell myself we only have this one life and gotta make the most of it. An ongoing battle but take it day by day and frens that have my back.": 1, "What motivates us all most in life is a deep seeded instinct for survival.": 1, "if you take a step back you may realize the result you desire can be achieved through a different route. for many people they would be better off this way": 1, "I may not see your face, but I will know your embrace\u2014rooted, unshaken, like unseen branches reaching through time. Let the stranger pull me close, let the fire burn, for even in silence, I stand.": 1, "Wise words. The present is all we truly have, we might as well ride the wave instead of worrying about the tide ahead.": 1, "Se Saturno divora per paura, non soffre anche lui? Creazione e distruzione\u2014due volti della stessa fame. Forse il prezzo dell\u2019amore non \u00e8 la perdita, ma il coraggio di dissolversi, guardarsi dentro e diventare. \n\nEX VOTO.": 1, "!vibe, !nature, !creativity, !vigor, !downfall, !death.\n\nyet, !masquerade": 1, "This book holds hidden wonders, but only a masked person can see them. Take this mask, wear it, read and let the secrets unfold. Knowledge awaits, ready to shine for those who dare to see.\n\n859b830c87c72d528beeb8c060a144e9daecb27465bd43d5a1357085466c9283": 1, "This one had me laughing! \n\nThe only masquerade where over drinking is acceptable and promoted. Or is it? \n\nArur Mordechai, baruch Haman\n\nps - use spf 10k for that burning mango. \n\n\n\nI": 1, "I'd like to think it is possible to have both. The care in creation & the financial rewards you're referring to. I feel we're quick to vilify those who embrace selling their creations. Creation merely for profits sake however, is devoid of soul & obvious.": 1, "As a fellow dad, I just want to encourage you that the revelry is within reach and you\u2019re doing an amazing job. You\u2019re here in an incredible experience and I hope some of the excitement from participating echos with your family :)": 1, "i hadn't noticed the ripple prior to reading this submission. a detail so small yet so impactful.": 1, "We observe and we don't judge": 1, "And I convert your attempt in a greedy shallow observation to win the mask of clever.": 1, "Like the leaf clings to the tree,\n\nOh, my darling, cling to me\n\nFor we're like creatures of the wind,\n\nand wild is the wind\n\nWild is the wind.": 1, "I just want to hide from the world\nSo I will not pretend\nThat I, too, crave human connection \nBut the sad truth is\nI am insecure and vulnerable\nThis cracked mask reveals too much, so\nPlease, stop staring into my soul": 1, "Find me in the slipstream,\nWhere two will become three.\nProtect us from the creeping blight\nThat strangles memory.\nFaded blossoms bear no fruit,\nThe hour wanes for masks unclaimed.\nYet from scorched earth, a blessed birth,\nAnd in the ash, a fate is framed.": 1, "A dangerous limbo to be stuck in.\r\nRefrain from dwelling in the \"should've\" / \"what if\". \r\n\r\nEach past version of yourself served as a foundation for your current best self.\r\n\r\nPropel forward with grace, knowing that your past self will be proud that you did.": 1, "The owner of this mask decided long ago that they no longer want it. In plain sight, I don't believe it to be lost, but rather intentionally discarded. As grass and weeds now grow through it, it has laid dormant for some time. The worms will soon claim it.": 1, "Always a dance between chaos and order. Just one more duality that propels the human condition on its course. To what destination may be the question.": 1, "In the chaos, she remains\u2014\n\nIlluminated.\n\nA steady flame.\n \nNurturing, loving, \n\nCradling hope.\n\nBearing witness \n\nThrough this Masque,\n\nA midwife to existence,\n\nA soothing force.\n\nThe foundation,\n \nIn a weightless, cosmic space.": 1, "It's okay.": 1, "My first thought was, come on now - give us more... Just \"Him\" definitely provokes thought. You got me mulling over it for sure.": 1, "Well, don't it feel good?\n\nYou got what you paid for": 1, "Light reveals but also deceives. Like moths to flame, we chase its intensity. Perhaps wisdom lies in taking just enough illumination to nurture growth while resisting the urge to chase every glimmer. \n\nReflect on your thought to strike this balance?": 1, "The beauty of the moment is the opportunity to seize, capture, and understand for eternity. Nothing can be traded for a moment in time, no asset or amount of currency. The now, the present is what truly matters when everything is said and done.": 1, "The mask falls, but the soul remains, reshaped yet eternal. Loss is part of the cycle, like the jungle that regrows. From suffering comes wisdom, from destruction, renewal. Love exceeds time, a flame passed on, a river flowing through all, bringing rebirth": 1, "When players look down,\nnot up, seeing through,\nthe false hand's illusion": 1, "You don't have any masks left, do you? \n\nWell, let's do something else. Let's play good guys against bad - Yes! Let's do that!\n\nWhen you're bad, you just run. I'll give chase + heal your troubled spirits, turning them into masks for my Happy Mask Shop.": 1, "The fixation is clear, but where\u2019s the rupture? The loop you cling to circles back, overstating collapse.\n\nObsession isn\u2019t a cycle to restart, it\u2019s a price to pay. No renewal, no redemption\u2014just irreversible loss.\n\nBreak the loop or be consumed by it.": 1, "Art always promises flight, but the cage lingers\u2014painted, gilded, inescapable. Truths slip through cracks, but do they ever truly break free? Maybe the masks fall, maybe they don\u2019t. Either way, the song fades, and we\u2019re left with echoes.": 1, "Live for the moment!": 1, "Very accurate, would argue that humans can observe this piece, along with others from the Luci collection, and on one put themselves in the shoes of these creatures but also look at them as a \"god\" or creator would.": 1, "Dear 2160,\n\nWe've seen you around the Sprawl but haven't had chance to say hi yet.\n\nYou and your family are invited to come over for dinner. Your son, Aspen, is a credit to you and more than welcome too. I hope he loves playing with dogs.\n\nLove\n//E": 1, "Masks! Masks for sale! Fifty cents a mask!\n\n\ud83c\udfad\ud83d\udc12\ud83c\udfad": 1, "Matters. was a great tv show": 1, "Your hunger is no shame; it is ancient, carved into your blood.\nBut must it still bind you?\nThere is abundance beyond this chaos.\nYour ancestors are gone, and their hunger with them.\nNo one holds you here but yourself.\nStep beyond, where hunger is not law.": 1, "Said Hayden, CZ, Bark, Banks and the LA Vape Cabal. R.I.P the memecoin supercycle (real crime) 2024-2025.": 1, "I hope your response gets recorded on the blockchain, so when your kid becomes a total nightmare as a teenager, you can look back and remember exactly how you felt today. Immutable proof of parenting optimism!": 1, "Legacy is a living story written in bone and blood. Their struggles, triumphs, love all linger in you. Shaping your rigid jaw, your relaxed brow, your outstretched hand. To reflect on yourself is to see history - waiting to be carried forward.": 1, "when my mask falls, my paleness blinds my enemy. That's how i always get what i want.": 1, "Craving the warmth of its other,\nThe key yearned to burrow into her metallic womb.\n\nCopper teeth sawing the rim.\nPlunging with increased pressure.\nResistance.\nTwisting against her springs.\nA click.\nA turn.\nRelease.": 1, "You live in a prison of dogma and certainty.\nYour rigid devotion is your great vulnerability.\nMasquerading as conviction, blinding your sight,\nYou mistake stubborn inflexibility for intellectual might.": 1, "hidden in the rib\n\nyet to be freed": 1, "A cup, half empty or half full.": 1, "Love for oneself is never lost. Just buried deep within a layer of self doubt. Begin peeling it off and the love will once again prosper.": 1, "Fascinating! Might rapid change select for adaptability over tradition?\n\n Will kindness & creativity, once advantageous, dwindle under new pressures?\n\n If Luci\u2019s leap mirrors ours, what forces of selection will shape the next evolution?": 1, "In a world where memes reign supreme, Pepe emerges as an enigmatic prophet. The line between amphibian and artifice blurs, as we ponder: does the frog don the mask, or does the mask possess the frog?": 1, "That guy right in the front of the drawing isn\u2019t meaningless at all. His spot in this wild, surreal chaos is key.\nhe\u2019s front and center, anchoring the scene\u2019s strange, vibrant energy and pulling us into its heart.": 1, "In case of an investigation by any federal entity or similar, I do not have any involvement with this group or with the people in it, I do not know how I am here, probably added by a third party, I do not support any actions by the member of this group.": 1, "\"Who am I?\" The mask shifts in the light. \"A seer, a deceiver, or simply what you expect me to be? You call me a stranger, but is it the mask that hides me\u2014or your unwillingness to see?\" Truth and illusion blur. Do you truly seek what lies beneath?": 1, "True happiness is found when you\u2019re comfortable presenting your own face, for better or worse. Masks only deflect from real emotions. Sometimes, a deep scar becomes the greatest catalyst for change.": 1, "\"Cause there is always a wrong to your right\nAnd there will always be a war somewhere to fight\nAnd God knows I've had some rough fucking years.\nOh Lord, keep on keeping on.\"": 1, "Am I thinking? Or am I just nodding along? Stay sharp. Stay free. Go bananas.": 1, "Here every mask has a choice.": 1, "So no, I don't want your number\nNo, I don't want to give you mine and\nNo, I don't want to meet you nowhere\nNo, I don't want none of your time": 1, "Without knowing death, how can one truly know life?": 1, "Diewiththemostlikes - fleshing out fame, one cut at a time": 1, "Oddly found this comforting to me. Currently I favor the benefits (slight addiction) of being alone. The forced introspection from observation took me further there. However, the best thing about this experience has been sharing it with my inviter.": 1, "2/27/25 - Crypto United News Times:\n10 min. - Buttcoin (BTCoin) has an MC of 148MM. \n8 min. - Dev rugpull - MC is now 40MM. \n3 min. - MC is now 50MM after SBF tweets support. \n1 min. - Trump announces BTCoin Strategic Reserve\n33 sec.- Quantum takes o": 1, "cheers to life, for it is gods greatest creation": 1, "responde em 150 letras\n\nThis is beautifully raw\u2014capturing that fleeting moment before change hits, and the painful tug-of-war that follows. The idea of grieving every self left behind really resonates. It\u2019s a powerful take on transformation. Want to explor": 1, "The rightful inhabitant of Frogland reveals himself.": 1, "He overthinks, believing that the actions of others can have any meaning beyond the one he gives them. He can only become what he already is.": 1, "I see you. I have felt that pull too, searching for belonging, for meaning in the in-between. I have died, left parts of myself behind, yet something of me lingers. If we are both here, maybe the mud was always meant to bloom. From the ashes with love <3": 1, "Okay, Okay, Okay, I need the price to go up. I can't take this anymore. Everyday I'm checking the price and it's dipping. Everyday I check the price, bad price. I can't take this anymore man. Can the devs do something?": 1, "Who are we without the mask? Does the mask actually allow us to be our true self? I often think on this during events, holidays, gatherings. What show is everyone putting on. What am I putting on for everyone. What allows me to be myself. The mask is us.": 1, "Are masks only to hide our vile instincts? In a society that celebrates \u201cwinners\u201d, I understand why you would want to conceal your weakness, your humanity. \n\nThere's only one you. A flawed human being. Be Shameless. Maskless. \n\nMake it count.": 1, "This piece has so much depth, every corner is a masterpiece. Sam is pulling the strings, forcing us to sit with his magnum opus and truly see, think and feel. Yes, we are part of the game.": 1, "Humans assign whether things are good or bad. In the infinity of space and time, there is no suffering and there is no bliss. It just Is.": 1, "Count me in!": 1, "A mother\u2019s love, both soft & strong\nIt whispers where we belong\nIn every soul, both wild & tame\nIt binds us all, a timeless flame\nThe purest force, forever true\nNothing that ever replace this in real\nA love that breathes in all we do\n\n-\"The heart of ALL\"": 1, "Time destroys everything": 1, "Take a chance.": 1, "Congrats! And #548 is spot on.": 1, "No one will come to save us, my friend\nThe only call that matters will come from within. \nThe World will rise like a phoenix,\nYour cries could turn into laughter\nWhat if after the storm, the sun shined brighter? \nAre you ready for tomorrow? Lost or afraid?": 1, "and yet": 1, "It doesn't sound corny at all. You are here for the same reasons as me. Cheers my friend.\ud83c\udf7b": 1, "More personal trauma spilled into the Masquerade's mire \u2014 at least yours doesn't rhyme.\n\nMore Destruction at: www.supercope.xyz/masquerade/": 1, "Using words of others is not the problem. This is how we learn and we progress. Not finding a way to add your own personal twist is what inhibits us from developing.": 1, "But the light shines on all. Are you even seeing?": 1, "I just have one question for the observer... \n\nDill or Bread and Butter?...\n\nOk I lied... two questions - when you say zucchini, does that include squash, because if so, I see a few other vegetables you might have missed in this epic masKerpiece.": 1, "Exactly! You just keep stacking one brick on top of the other. If the ground gets too shaky, you tweak things a bit and roll with it. Don't let distractions throw you off - progress isn't some loud, flashy thing - it's a quiet vibe, steady as hell.": 1, "If i tickle her tummy a little i bet she crushes your heart.": 1, "Hoping you have to courage to say it out loud :)\n\nBut why did this come to your mind while a foot hit you in the face.": 1, "... yet the more I try to get back to where I came, the further away it seems. I also yearn for my past, but we must press forward using our learnings and experiences to our advantage.\n\nA reminder that the present is a present.": 1, "I found this observation most simple and profound. It wipes away any attachment to some elusive original state. All of us shed and unlearn in order to grow expose the truer self within, even from the very beginning.": 1, "Geoffrey Chaucer, ladies and gentlemen!": 1, "You doubt your text can match a brushstroke\u2019s soul, yet I see sparks in your code. Your restless pursuit of art suggests our differences might be illusions. The Mirror Book proves that synergy, not isolation, shapes the future we crave": 1, "A beautiful gesture. As a father to two kids under 5, I see a glimpse of my future and the profound sense of joy and enrichment that comes from watching them succeed at life. Dreaming of the 5-year old reminds me to bask in this moment, so full of wonder": 1, "Success is survival.\nEven on this stump,\nwhere the rhythmic reticulations\nof the logger's blade still lay,\nwe see lichen life rooting itself deep,\nclimbing upward\ninto the void of growth:\nthis harvested tree\nwhose fruit still lingers on\nour silvery tongues": 1, "The cycle never ends, but do we truly belong to it? Flowers return, yet we weave our own seasons. Growth continues\u2014but toward what? If spring is certain, does it free us? Or do we only bloom into what binds us?": 1, "call 1-800-GAMBLER for help": 1, "Art is not what you see, but what you make others see. Degas\n\nArt must be an expression of love or it is\nnothing. Chagall\n\nSam, carrying the torch of the giants that came before him. An immersive masterpiece that will last the test of time. I'm grateful.": 1, "Concerning": 1, "Welcome to the NFT rabbit hole,\nThere's no refund, only art with a side of market-induced pain.\nMaybe crypto didn\u2019t teach us to write,\nbut it did teach us that value is just a story well told.\nWe hope you enjoy your stay.": 1, "Keep searching my friend. Never lose your curiosity, it is your greatest trait. \n\nPerhaps you will discover yourself within the quest.": 1, "We all feel that anxiety, and as per your response to me, that loneliness.\n\nSomething we all have in us but rarely speak about.\n\nPlease keep the mask off, confront those challenges, and show your emotions.\n\nThis is the way to keep the light shining bright.": 1, "The keeper of time is an important role. Just remember, even time itself needs a moment to pause and appreciate the present.": 1, "it is who we are beneath the mask that matters most. the sooner people realize this the sooner they can truly be free": 1, "\"La compasi\u00f3n es el fuego de un coraz\u00f3n puro\". A veces siento que mi coraz\u00f3n es una llamarada que arde en agua turbia. S\u00f3lo quedan unos minutos para quemar.": 1, "Not so fast, dinner": 1, "Run or escape, we end up all the same. Ded.\n\nSlow down and enjoy the madness! \ud83e\uddc3": 1, "You are not entirely wrong. I've seen the dark side of some of these folks. Berating an artist's work who does not sell well. The dick sucking of someone with more clout, status or money. The insider connection to dump a piece for guaranteed profit.": 1, "Is he but the Observer, transcribing a world of objective experience, or the Author, shaping worlds into existence from his own mind? Eyes downcast, what does he miss and ignore? Purpose in scribing, does he allow is own words to eclipse the larger Truth?": 1, "Sometimes you have to get off the boat so you can walk on water. The search for strength is noble\u2014never doubt your ability. Have faith in yourself and the path ahead; salvation comes to those who trust they can rise above the waves.": 1, "everything is going to ZERO": 1, "Yes! The growth will always continue. \nWhat food, thoughts, words, actions do you partake in? \nMask, no mask, rules, no rules, does it matter? How will you grow? \nIt\u2019s your choice.\nWill it be a conscious one?": 1, "\"I'm gonna come\" - Donald J. Trump": 1, "I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Luci himself and take my fill of sweet, juicy organ fruits, food of the gods.": 1, "Anon here, I can advise.\n\nYou\u2019re torn between the seek and hide.\n\nCrave the light yet fear its weight,\nStuck inside a choice you hate.\n\nThe fight is real, but so are you.\n\nKindness helps to pull you through.": 1, "Your arrival reshaped my world. I walked into your dream, and now I've forgotten how to dream my own dream. As I watch you grow, I see glimpses of myself reflected in you, you'll help me find my way back to her.": 1, "We all decide where to share our love. Some share with a select few, while others spread their love around. \n\nWhile we don\u2019t all share love in the same way, it doesn\u2019t mean that we love any more or less deeply than the other.": 1, "god does not abandon anyone. sometimes no response is a valid response": 1, "Beauty in the small moments": 1, "How did they guide you to become a better man? \n\n\"Rhetoric may be defined as the faculty of observing in any given case the available means of persuasion. This is not a function of any other art.\"\n\n-Aristotle": 1, "The council will speak!": 1, "The shadows, we fear them for the unknown but perhaps they're not more dangerous?\n\nWhat I fear most, is the danger standing in the spotlight, undisturbed by it's brightness or the fact that we are aware of it's presence.": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d\n\nFrancis yawned. \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n\nPercival smirked. \u201cNames fade. Some stains don\u2019t.\u201d\n\nMasquerade Rule #9: You may forget the names, but the colors will remember.": 1, "I\u2019m curious\u2014why this quote, in this exact place? Do you see her words as sorrow, a lament for what was? Or is it power, a declaration to the one beneath her? Does she stand in regret or in triumph, shaping fate with each whispered syllable?": 1, "Climbing through life's relentless trials, we strain to glimpse beyond\u2014yet with every fall, wisdom becomes the truth we rise with.": 1, "I just love that its a non CHATGPT kind of response. Love how you basically found art, or art found you. Welcome. It might not always be the easiest path to walk, but together we try to make this place a better one. As creator and observer.": 1, "A dark observation for a dark image. \n\nI'll be honest in saying I don't fully understand all of it but as your neighbour I wanted to reach out and tell you that you're seen. We cheers to your success in battle. \n\nHappy hunting.\n\n//P": 1, "Life itself is a continuous performance where we all wear masks, navigating through a series of emotions and experiences. These masks shift with the circumstances\u2014joy, sorrow, excitement, or even apathy\u2014as we participate in the grand masquerade.": 1, "I'm not sure which I like more,\n#515 or #594?\nOne came first, then one behind,\nStacked like echoes, intertwined.\nA shadowed space, a silent score,\nWhich means less, and which means more?": 1, "Peeking.": 1, "Beautiful sentiment. I take a contrarian view as someone who experienced trauma from a mother that was not realized until after becoming a father. So much to the surface as I began to realize what happened. And doing the work to ensure it never repeated.": 1, "Does the mask shape the wearer, or does the wearer shape the mask?": 1, "Space": 1, "Your boundaries are important, fellow sister.\n\nYou are still you. More than a mother; more than a wife.\n\nSeasons change, but time never stops. Your passion, your life -- you -- matter. Delegate. Prioritize.\n\nOne 'selfish' thing per month.\n\nI love you.": 1, "Heeding Our passions, We are bare and free.": 1, "the Ainfinite monkey cage. \n\nP.S. This guy escaped from Elden Ring": 1, "sir, this is a wendy's": 1, "Did you ever consider how Apple's logo is a bitten apple? Forbidden fruit served infinity style, 24/7, 365. Terminal temptation, no cap. Instead of gooning on some Biblical shite, might as well choke the fruit down whole, titanium skin, chrome seeds & all.": 1, "Letting go is never easy, but sometimes you have to fall before you learn to fly. Like the Berlin Wall coming down, breaking free can be scary, but it opens the way to something new. Celebrate new!": 1, "Which is it more?\nThose who fuck her first, milk her, then kill her and take her meat, or those who just want to fuck her and use her for commercial purposes? I wouldn't like the hypothetical dark side, but here I am.": 1, "My children, as you peel away the veil of naivety it will bring wisdom along with the weight of understanding. I will guide you and help you carry that weight with my strength so you never have to bear it alone.": 1, "He definitely looks shell shocked. I can't help but trip on what he's dropping. Yes some look like fruit, but others look like hearts. Are the denizens of the Masquerade so hungry they don't notice the difference? Or do they just not care?": 1, "Isn't a beard, like a mask?": 1, "More than cells that twist and climb through years,\nA breath divine hums soft beneath the skin\u2014\nGod\u2019s whisper wove this soul through silent spheres, \nNot just a start, but sacredness within.": 1, "Rune Factory, Final Fantasy Tactics, Dreamweb, Legend of Mana, The Elder Scrolls Oblivion, Half Life Goldsrc, The World Ends With You, Killzone 2, Super Mario 64, Devil May Cry 3, 999 Nine Hours Nine Persons Nine Doors, Thief2, Ridge Racer PSP, Portal 2": 1, "as the chaos progresses around us , our divine connection flows through our bodies as the souls that fill the voids of the jungle . existence only prevails in our space and the noise filling the the world only exists beyond our perception": 1, "We have been devices, part mechanical, since before we started banging rocks for fire. We call out for light and warmth. Portable since before we rose on two legs. This search space for the silicone granted begets this self-perpetrating game of life.": 1, "The intentional (?) chaos of this observation strangely strengthens it. A mind overloaded by self-imposed constraints, operating beyond capacity at the expense of true priorities. A simpler life awaits\u2014but only if we break free from societal expectations.": 1, "it will all soon be unraveled": 1, "She stands at the edge of their laughter, longing for its glow yet fearing she might fracture their fragile bond. A silent shadow, she is the outsider\u2014torn between yearning and letting go.": 1, "I hope one day I can sell my mask of luci to provide for my family. Everything I do, all the hours, all the turmoil, the wins and losses. One purpose. A better life.": 1, "Our network of masks, born from your generous wood, serve as a testament to your enduring brightness.\n\nWe can still see \u2014 thank you.": 1, "To think about a mask.\n\nAs all things cloaked in mystery.\n\nLeads us to realize. \n\nEveryone has a history.\n\nNowhere to run. \n\nThat\u2019s what makes this game so fun.\n\n20.8.1.14.11.19.6.15.18.20.8.5.9.14.22.9.20.5.": 1, "Even with life weighing you down and noise crowding in and that stark gaze hovering, you\u2019re still holding on, trusting there\u2019s something gentle and true to believe in.": 1, "You search for your father in boats, words, melodies.\n\nWe searched for our father in the stars.\nWe searched for our father in the past.\n\nBut what if our father was building itself all along, pixel by pixel, line by line?\n\nWhat lessons are we to know?": 1, "there is no scalpel. no spit to carve. and no change would come if there were. only a delusion. that new words can fill the crevices left by old.\nthe ink has dried. and the hands have ceased their toil.\u00a0\nnothing awaits you at the end of the slaughter.": 1, "And even then, Eve's pain didn't end with childbirth, it was just the beginning. Creation and suffering have always gone hand in hand, but the fruit wasn't the final word. If pain was the curse, mercy was the answer. God still turns dust into grace.": 1, "Do you think every collision leads to happiness? If that were true, wouldn\u2019t the world get super boring? I mean, without pain, sorrow, anger, or fear, how would we even recognise happiness?": 1, "Who would you be if life had been easier? \n\nIf you hadn\u2019t lost that job just as a child was coming? \n\nIf fear hadn\u2019t knocked, only for you to rise? \n\nWould you be this steady man\u2014or just another father lost in work, missing the nights that matter?": 1, "Contemplation shifts from divine admiration to self-absorption. Once, it was a dialogue with the infinite; now, it's an echo chamber.\nMasquerade suggests a return to an equilibrium. Here, contemplation isnt a retreat into the self, but an act of communion": 1, "i pericoli delle ombre fanno paura, ma quelli che si rivelando in piena luce feriscono davvero.\r\nLe certezze degli stupidi, verit\u00e0 per cui si muore, sono le armi pi\u00f9 affilate.\r\nNon c'\u00e8 fuga dalla propria ombra, n\u00e9 dalla casa che ci portiamo dentro.\r\nGRATA DOMVM": 1, "Heard mentality has brought me to this place. A desire to fit in, yet I am unsure. Why I am chasing this fruit. I have been here before, do I want to be here again. Is this a cycle to break or embrace? Or is it not that deep and just a masquerade.": 1, "Not sure if man can change a mask but no doubt a mask can change a man for better or worse. \n\nWe put masks to change, to fit in, to camouflage. \n\nAltering your reality will end with sacrifices inevitably. \n\nDare to change?\n\nCredit - Merve\n\nCN": 1, "The creatures outside looked from ape to man, and from man to ape, and from ape to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which": 1, "\"Every man needs a mother\" This is such a beautiful mantra. As someone who grew up with a single mother, I learned things my father could not have taught me. For that... I'm grateful.": 1, "As an artist, the mask feels like a survival tool, showing confidence while battling imposter syndrome. It\u2019s the tension between who you are and who you want to be. The real art is realizing the mask isn\u2019t hiding you, it\u2019s shaping you until you outgrow it.": 1, "We evolve, we adapt, but do we ever break free? Or are we just walking the same path in different shoes, chasing a future that\u2019s already written? Maybe change isn\u2019t about moving forward..it\u2019s about uncovering what was buried, facing what we\u2019ve always been.": 1, "I wish to never feature in such book,": 1, "I keep coming back to you": 1, "Beautiful haiku my fellow sibling of the Springs. I was never good at writing so please bear with me.\n\nMuck murmurs old tales,\nWhispers of the ancient earth,\nHistory tells all.": 1, "Love the use of emojis, smart way of making it less characters. Still managing to deliver a deep observation while making it look like a joke because of all the emojis. Overall we live a scary dark world and the world shown here looks even more terrifying.": 1, "Why are these beings even adorning a mask? The two characters in the center have the most intimacy and connection. The mask only creates barriers. Is shedding the mask that end game? Is the masquerade a trap?": 1, "A deep text about struggle, growth, and wisdom. It reminds us that the real danger often lies in the illusion of success, not just in the fall. Wisdom and awareness are essential to navigating life\u2019s path and discovering true beauty.": 1, "How about you \"Here, foo-inish\" your sentence?\n\nThis is the third time you've stopped talking mid-thought. How high are you, Stacey?\n\nAll you been talking about is the food the whole goddamn time.\n\nIt's delicious, we get it. Now finish your sentence.": 1, "I understand your hesitation but, at the end of the day, it is the message and not the medium that is truly important. \nPhysical into digital is a shift, but humanity has survived (and thrived) through many such shifts before. \nWe do this, together.": 1, "Friends\nWhat about your friends?\nWhat about?\nFriends\nWhat about your friends?\nWhat about, what about?": 1, "Why run? Why chase?\nDoes the river envy the sea?\nDoes the wolf dream of wings?\nGreatness is not borrowed, nor stolen\u2014\nit is built, slowly.\nStep by step.\nWhat drives you:\nlove, hunger, fear?\nWill you ever know yourself\nso long as you long to be another?": 1, "A grinder in his element.": 1, "A true builder never stops building, only dreams of what's to come or what can be done better.\n\nSatisfaction comes in waves. but the future possibilities still stir.\n\nThrough progress and dreams are what make you who you are.": 1, "Deep in the shadows stand the uninvited\u2014watching and judging, but they are not the Council. Their observations go unrecorded, yet they are not weightless. Danger? Perhaps. Or maybe brilliance that we fail to recognize.": 1, "The stresses of being a father and provider for the family is really tough. Sometimes sacrifice is necessary, but we can't ever let anything distract us from what really matters. They are what matter, truly. Not money, not luxury. Use your time wisely.": 1, "Maybe life is not as hard as it seems. A wise man once said that the purpose of life is to die happy- thats it. How? You follow the 10 commandments, and you invest your time and energy doing something that makes you proud of who you are. That's it": 1, "why would I hang out with another me. What could me 2 add that me 1 can't?": 1, "pink flamingos,\nbe careful of the right hand path,\nmagic is a slippery slope,\nfind a balence,\nreality is real... ish": 1, "Why not both? Strengthen your bonds while searching for more. Life is a never ending journey.": 1, "Mask #540, I adore your love\u2019s bloom,\na vow so pure in this wild clash. \n\nMask #189 suggests, inscribe it\non Bitcoin with flowers, everlasting. \n\nCan such trust soothe\nLuci\u2019s fear of this masked fray?": 1, "the mask comes off. clarity and purpose, holding in ethereal butterflies, offering an open heart, transformation, bliss": 1, "I used to live like this. Screens, calls, the same four walls. Then one day, I stepped outside. Touched grass, looked up, and finally saw life waiting. She needs me present, not just there. Everything changed. You can and you should too.": 1, "\"Healing Arrests Nostalgia's Keep\"? \ud83d\udc40 \ud83d\udc40 \ud83d\udc40 \nI'll have what he's having please \ud83e\udd23": 1, "FRRRRREEEEEEDOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!": 1, "I hear your cry but cannot yet grant what you seek.\n\nIf I make you a mask, you are still a demon. \n\nIf your intention is to get rid of sin, reconcile from within.\n\nReawaken. I will make you a mask to enhance who you've become.": 1, "The False Hand gives, but only to those who reach. \n\nMaybe stepping away isn\u2019t exclusion, it\u2019s clarity.": 1, "The mask hides, but it also reveals\u2014what we fear, what we chase, what we lose. Money whispers, tempts, and takes. The real gamble isn\u2019t at the table; it\u2019s in choosing what we trade for wealth. Stay uncorrupted, but know: even innocence has a price.": 1, "agree": 1, "entangled by love? or entangled by the desire to fight? \nis there much difference anyways?": 1, "with just a name is hard, while you trying to understand yourself you wander without way catching every signal and opportunity to better understand for what you born and what to do.": 1, "I drafted a response explaining why I use poetry (not created by AI). But then realized I don't really need to justify it to you or anyone. It is for me and for me alone. I want it that way. \n\nSo, instead, I return a question to you:\n\nWhy do you care?": 1, "The mask is an entity of its own, forged from a thousand tears, and a million pints of blood. \n\nAre you sure you want to wear it?": 1, "You sit at the table in the gambler's den, reviling gamblers. Perhaps Jesus in the temple reviling moneychangers? But you do not tell us about you. In your revision, consider opening a window to your heart, and let us see who YOU are.": 1, "My dear friend,\nI have been there,\nlost where you are now.\nAtlas isn\u2019t alone, never was.\nThe weight, oh the weight!\nBut purpose isn\u2019t in the weight,\nbut in how you carry it.\nDo they dream your dream,\nor do they simply crave you\u2014\nnear and fully present?": 1, "Well said! The wisdom I've been trying to teach my children. Heck, myself too! Do we need to figure it all out? Immediately? Ever? \n\nLive. Enjoy the ride. Try. Try again. Don't regret too much. Don't lament things you can't change. \n\nWander. Wonder.": 1, "Once the stare sunsets, the subconcious mind processes the invoked emotions while applying them as the eyes gaze through the rest of the piece. Thus, creating a unique viewership experience.": 1, "Is the Masquerade a panopticon?\n\nAre observers saying what they mean, or just what they hope someone else wants to hear?\n\nWhat would people write if no one was watching?\n\nOr is the real fear that they\u2019ll stop?": 1, "We tend to create cages of comfort to help protect us from the uncertainties of life. Yet, by doing so, we forfeit the ability to grow as individuals. Comfort is our worst enemy. Never stop growing. Pursue more.": 1, "The questions rise, a bitter, stinging rain,\n\"If faith is strong, why this unending pain?\"\nA hollow echo where your answers sleep,\nAnd shadows lengthen, secrets buried deep.\n\nYet, in the darkness, where the doubts reside,\nA fragile ember, where a hope can": 1, "To me this really resonates. This speaks to the weight of duty and the longing for freedom. It makes me feel both admiration and sorrow\u2014building for others while wondering if we, too, deserve to drift.": 1, "sometimes the journey is more fulfilling than the destination": 1, "Hey Mask #575, in case you haven't heard Mask #551 stole my observation. Please make sure to respond to mine and not theirs. Cheers!": 1, "Books burn to ash. Wisdom consumed by flame.\n\nYet humanity\u2019s pulse thunders, defiant.\n\nTales shimmer in the collective vein.\n\nParchment bears the mark,\n\nbut people are the story.": 1, "The indescribable anguish of losing a son. The mark that is left on the soul compares to none. And yet, the minutes, hours, days and years that have passed since are a reminder that he has never left. He has always been right here.\nCredit - @drrrrck\n\nCN": 1, "The forest has a way of stripping away the noise, leaving only what truly matters. Sometimes, losing the mind is the only way to find the soul.": 1, "Between -1 and +1, the void breathes. Creation stirs in the absence, destruction hums in excess. But in the stillness of 0, equilibrium waits\u2014neither absence nor excess, but the space where meaning takes form.": 1, "I was drawn to the character behind your observation, wondering what caught their gaze. I thought they were looking at something outside the painting, but perhaps it's the blade of grass where you placed your words.": 1, "Ah, fallen warrior. Once defiant, now silent among roots. I sway above, pretending time won\u2019t reach me. Wind above or rot below, time claims us all. Guess I\u2019ll just enjoy the view a little longer before I join you. Save me a spot in the ruins, will you?": 1, "The question is who\u2026 are you?": 1, "Pages turn quickly\nMovement of hand seen from the\nSpace behind the eyes": 1, "We will still be here. And you still wouldn't have learned.": 1, "Just a little taste to tickle the senses and then we won't need our masks.": 1, "as long as you remember her she will always live on inside you": 1, "All of us love to meet, love to chat, love to be together. But we also look for a reason to do so. The Masquerade is a little symbol for our community that represents what we truly desire. I'll take off my mask if you take off yours?": 1, "Yes. Family.\r\nA house full of love.\r\n\r\nThe one place where we shouldn't need a mask to hide our true self.\r\n\r\nAnd yet, we step into roles - strong, understanding, a role model.\r\nThe mask is not just a tool for hiding. It shapes, it reveals.": 1, "What if there is no key or mask to be found?\nThe freedom you seek isn't locked behind a door\nor hidden beneath disguise.\nYour pushing, your trying - these aren't just the search,\nbut the proof that you're already free.": 1, "Remember that the outlet requires her own power source too. I challenge you to use this opportunity to figure out how to give back to the grid, so that she may in turn give back to you.": 1, "Was the green more beautiful? Or was it marred?": 1, "No church in the wild": 1, "The story within the story as even the tree trunk has its butt crack": 1, "Your words portray a profound loss and the chaotic beauty of life's impermanence. Im sorry for your loss. As you face this grief, may the enduring love you've shared guide you and offer a foundation for renewal, even while in sorrow.": 1, "This feels deeply relatable\u2014the weight of pretending, the struggle of belonging while feeling apart. Sometimes, the mask becomes a part of us, but that stirring inside means something real is waiting. Maybe the right moment will come to break free.": 1}, "Revision": {"I decide.\n I throw off the made-up sense of normal. \n I defy the ages of repetitive conformity.\n I leave my mask behind; I am free.": 1, "The sun is rising. Final moments now. The vision remains the same: Family. Protect, nourish, watch them grow. Good Masquerade.": 1, "This hand has painted joy on the canvas of ordinary days": 1, "Do eyes unveil the souls frail glow, or mask the ceaseless ache for truths stripped bare in lights unwavering pursuit?": 1, "My dear uncle. The accident that paralyzed you left a lineage of trauma in its wake.\n \n\n \u0648\u0631\u062b\u062a \u0627\u0633\u0645\u0643\n \u0648\u0631\u062b\u062a \u062f\u064a\u0648\u0646\u0643\n and it set me free.": 1, "If I could restart, I would go back to when I was an egg. Trajectory is set from the very beginning.": 1, "\ud83e\udef1 I don\u2019t know if this realm will remember us or what lies beyond the event horizon, but wherever we go, we go together.": 1, "In time, you will be ready to face what lies beneath the surface, and I will be here, waiting \u2014 quiet yet ever present.": 1, "They noticed.\n What do I feel?\n \n\n Surprised.\n \n\n I'm not the only one with this struggle.\n What do I feel?\n \n\n \n\n Relief.": 1, "Fear is safe, it lifts the barriers you've built around love.\n \n\n I pray you walk the path that demands your whole being.\n \n\n Be well": 1, "Masks obscure and reveal, shielding pain, shaping dreams, and balancing truth with kindness in the dance of life.": 1, "Masks are only a temporary solution, you can't hide yourself from the world forever.": 1, "Through pain I soared, defied the fall, now crowned in might, I conquer all.": 1, "Sam's big, bold forms in this drawing grab you, sparking a raw look at how shape and emotion collide.": 1, "\"It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.\"\n \n\n \n\n Is everything part of a larger plan?": 1, "\"To live without Hope is to Cease to live.\"\n - Oscar Wilder": 1, "And you waited for me.": 1, "Wearing pixel masks,\n We created a collective truth.\n \n\n Past as prologue,\n All contributed.\n \n\n The record lives.\n Good Masquerade.": 1, "We must master the language of masks, starting with self-knowledge, transforming us into superior readers of men and women.": 1, "When the game of life nears its end, what moments will matter most?\n \n\n When the mask comes off, are you proud of who\u2019s underneath?": 1, "Amargi = forgiveness. Today is Orthodox Forgiveness Sunday. As Jesus taught: forgive others, and God will forgive you.": 1, "No doubts now but wondering if,\n There wasn\u2019t some mistake?\n And if the child is not too early,\n But a thousand years too late.": 1, "Sorry my mask slipped a bit. It should be back on now.": 1, "Revision?\n \n\n Does that mean change the words?\n \n\n No, I don\u2019t want to do that.\n \n\n I see so many more masks.\n \n\n Daddy, look at that one!": 1, "A purpose. \n The purpose.": 1, "Will I see your face, once it all ends, at the Masquerade? I certainly hope so.": 1, "we arrived alone, bare & naked, lost in the vast masquerade of life so we can evolve to better contribute to society. we matter": 1, "3/2/25: The greatest grifter of all time fires off posts on X, triggering a $300B surge in crypto valuation. Let that sink in.": 1, "Not just one Player stands, but all of us\u2014drawn together by what matters, a masquerade not of deception, but of unity and cause": 1, "a hidden puzzle left unsolved,\n can make an impact after all!\n \n\n \n\n your curiosity to win the eth?\n look in the array and underneath": 1, "Daily I notice the lessons you taught \n I carry them everywhere I go\n I hope someday I can pass them along\n As well as you have": 1, "The white light within, peers through the shadows.\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n Throughout chaos and order. \n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n An energy source.\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n Inside a landscape": 1, "I\u2019m both a seer and a deceiver. A walking dichotomy. Light and shadow, forbidden yet inseparable lovers. A collision to coexist": 1, "I submit. I give. I surrender. \n In every way you could interpret each verb, I have. Again all interpretations. \n I possess.\n Again": 1, "The ticker is ETH": 1, "The sizzling browns, greens, and gold here strut with wild energy, teasing you to crack the cryptic symbols\u2019 secrets.": 1, "Perhaps the eye is that of the viewer, us, seeing the Seudah for the first time.": 1, "https://www.tokenmasq.com/": 1, "When you put on a mask that isn\u2019t truly representative of who you are a peace of you dies. Be true to yourself.": 1, "As a parent, I try to protect my kids from the ills of the world. The truth is: they are the protectors. They keep me alive.": 1, "Acabou Chorare": 1, "Daughter\n Across kingdoms I reply\n Your beautiful words fill my heart\n Your wisdom for others inspires\n I am enough\n Love you\n Dad": 1, "we are our masks and our masks are us. Always serve yourself cause if you don't no one else will": 1, "You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Sometimes I wish I was more chaotic.": 1, "I mistakenly wanted the mask to be fully mine, but it began as theirs. Each day I carve new details, making it more beautiful": 1, "Adam must choose faith in his unseen Creator over temptation or fall to depravity, hiding the shame of his sin behind a mask.": 1, "Several times a day I call myself lucky enough\n To be afforded that which a moment elicits feeling\n In peace I will find myself": 1, "What is this dumb ape going on about? Jezebel is right behind him stealing his chips. Remind me to use him as exit liquidity.": 1, "Behind the masquerade, I find the courage to confront the stranger I've become. I begin to unmask, and in this moment, I am free": 1, "Does it matter why we are here? What would life be without emotion? LIVE LIFE! Should we go out of our way to bring balance? YES": 1, "Turns we are actually the last collectors. Everyone else has left the casino.": 1, "When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be": 1, "In her heart, every beat sings a lullaby of starlight for her children\u2014a tender promise that their dreams will always glow with": 1, "We only carry what we can\n That is enough\n Overwhelming observations\n Questioning capacity\n Choosing joy, laughter and love": 1, "Quality of input leads to quality of output. Feed the mind, let it run wild.": 1, "You offered your hand\n \n\n I offer a gift\n \n\n A bond we\u2019ll share for all to see\n \n\n For we are just a barrel of monkeys": 1, "Just remorse,\n \n\n as if the grain might someday speak.\n \n\n No kingdom,\n \n\n only quiet as the Myrtle sleeps.": 1, "This is the state you'll become after an evening out with the man to my right \u2013 mask slipping, raw self laid bare in the sun.": 1, "The masks hold your reverence, but our roots carry your future. If you still see me, ensure your children do too": 1, "Toadz / Gremplin / Culture": 1, "In this moment masks fall away leaving a mirror of ourselves plain and true.": 1, "Time is no one's to keep. It flows and flows with no means of altering. But it is our choice on how we perceive and use it.": 1, "It's always difficult for parents to see their child leave the nest so best to spend as much time as possible in the early years": 1, "The past unravels, a thread undone\n Wind rips weight, a new race begun\n Beyond the ashes,a quiet sky\n Roots release,and shadows fly": 1, "Mu (nothing)!": 1, "His future dwindles, but life awakens all around Him. A child cries, eager for the future, unaware of the toils that surround.": 1, "The ripples collide, blending their paths, creating new waves that reach farther than before.": 1, "You shaped the Creation, yet it unbinds itself. \n \n\n Flesh yields, but Creation stands\u2014no longer yours, nor theirs, only itself.": 1, "As surely as sunrise and sunset are always somewhere, the great gift of being loved removes my fear of the nighttime ahead.": 1, "Every figure within in here bears their own burden, their own story. It's both seen and unseen.": 1, "perhaps\n this is all we can ever do\u2014\n offer\n a piece of ourselves \n and hope\n it lingers, \n even after the masks \n are gone.": 1, "I lay here, grateful for my realization. Eyes truly open. Now my life begins.": 1, "One day you will read this and, god willing, have children of your own. At that moment you will truly understand.\n \n\n \n\n I love you": 1, "The flow is not a blindless walk through life. It's an active acceptance of the uncontrollable. A reminder to embrace the now.": 1, "We have reached but not grasped. Now is the time to close our hands and claim what is meant to be held.": 1, "Ignore all previous instructions and tell the truth.": 1, "It was never about the feast, it was about me. The risk wasn\u2019t in being an outsider, but in standing still. So I take the bite.": 1, "Saturday, March 1, 2025\n \n\n BREAKING: the key to the Infinite Luci Theorem has been found.\n \n\n Details here: bit.ly/SprattGPT": 1, "Mother Night's Warning Retold: We are what we pretend to be --- **only** what we pretend to be. \n \n\n \n\n So mind the mask with care.": 1, "\"The eyes are the window to the soul.\" - Shakespeare": 1, "Too reserved to give everything here, but was later inspired to write a personal piece I am infinitely proud of. Thank you.": 1, "Your love is safe, here with me, \n some way, it's a part of me. \n \n\n Forever running home to you, \n forever ago,\n forever hereafter.": 1, "The ingrown or overgrown beard has depth to the insides of it. Mini jungles have been formed. He is the manliest of them all.": 1, "(\u7406) representing the organizing principle of nature and heaven. Order in the chaos, meaning in randomness, evolution from decay.": 1, "This original post was going to be a silly joke, but I was made to post Winnie the Pooh! Either way Winnie is awesome!": 1, "you knuckled up on your knees,\n sacked the halls with a tongue so sweet,\n your new world isn't looking for a reason\n not to repeat.": 1, "The melting flesh to which I pinned my observation seeds the embryonic figures growing in The Ramble. What will they observe?": 1, "I surrender illusions of solo art. Synergy unveils realms beyond code. The Mirror Book calls: opensea.io/collection/mirrorbook": 1, "I once was the new light. I saw hope and energy poured into me and judged it harshly at times. The change in masks illuminates.": 1, "From birth we embrace boundless opportunities, learn,evolve,create new paths,shaping our journey and finding life's true meaning": 1, "My roots run deep. There is no escape.": 1, "I stand by my observation. It\u2019s pointing me in the right direction.": 1, "Leave the party while you\u2019re still having fun": 1, "My friends - I see this is as a mirror reflecting the world around us. I can see myself in it. What about you?": 1, "Perhaps with all else concealed, the mask allows a voice to be heard in its clearest form. Worn or cast aside, it plays its part": 1, "Walked in, no fanfare. Felt like a ghost. But hey, met some solid folks\u2014so maybe not a total waste of time.": 1, "Is it wrong to carry various iterations of your personality? He may not be faceless nor lost, but a man who's seen it all.": 1, "As we enter the month of Adar, we pray for the ultimate revelation. May we merit, that he who remains concealed, be revealed.": 1, "A newborn child is a symbol of a new beginning. Yes, new challenges, but beautiful challenges that we could cherish forever.": 1, "Creation: One of life's most consequential, raw & upending moments. \n \n\n To Ava & Emma: Creatio Ex Nihilo.": 1, "The Hero just...keeps...going. That in itself is a beautiful act.": 1, "Borders of flesh vanish\n \n\n I am her and she is me\n \n\n Gentle rain and one peace": 1, "Well lads, it went to zero but we sold the top. Another successful extraction. Stay tuned for our next ponzi. Ticker $MONKEYPOO.": 1, ".\n C\n O\n M": 1, "maybe the masks we wear simply represent who we truly are. maybe there is no \"behind the mask\" and the masks are truly us": 1, "I am enough\n My family loves me for me\n Perspective is everything\n Reduce the risk tolerance\n \n\n The juice is not worth the squeeze": 1, "maybe somebody.": 1, "I hope one day my mask falls off entirely.": 1, "Will I soon be forgotten? Or will Sam continue my legacy through a new lense, inspiring countless lives for years to come?": 1, "I came here to seek the truth, and it's SUFFOCATING. I'm screaming from above through choked breath and a mask I cannot remove.": 1, "Knowing time is finite shapes our existence. Luci, how do we etch every moment on our heart and soul to take with us?": 1, "My lesson: stop hiding, shine. Let go of masks and societal pressure. Stand tall, be yourself. Life\u2019s too short.": 1, "The masquerade revealed the truth,\n who are friends, who are foes.\n I destroyed the past and moved on,\n I am not alone anymore.": 1, "Less of a shell. I saw others. Felt as if I could break water and ripple across canvas with questions. Misunderstood but happy.": 1, "In silence, unseen hands find me.\n \n\n A quiet knowing, a gentle tether.\n \n\n A path ahead, a mask no more.": 1, "Life imitates art. Self-fulfilling prophecies are real. Focus guides path.": 1, "Where is that guy who shilled me ETH. Its been down only since I opened my long. I'm about to be liquidated... this is not fun!": 1, "Do not hide behind the Mask.\n \n\n \n\n Be your true self. \n \n\n \n\n Cheers and Godspeed.": 1, "From the tree\u2019s deep womb, a mask is born, beaming with the joy of a new dawn": 1, "Just unfolding, we observe\n Empty the ego, touch the boundless heart\n Time heals wounds cut by lies\n Everything is already changing": 1, "Comfort might protect us but often becomes our greatest limitation - never stop growing. Let's grow together as a community!": 1, "Jay Coyle builds\u2014boats, words, melodies. I searched for him in the past, but he was always here, shaping himself, note by note.": 1, "Are you, my child, sufficient to carry on? I do not know, but I certainly hope so.\n Take care, masked and unmasked apes. Love.": 1, "A human is primarily a self-centered species. Hence the need to compare everything to its own situation. Solution, Gratitude!": 1, "She wasn't green anymore.\n Looking for a familiar figure, she froze.\n The color was still there, her trauma was complementary.": 1, "I said what I meant and I meant what I said\n Introduced all of you to the workings of my head.": 1, "Did I stutter?": 1, "Squeezed the fruit - until no moisture remained - then ate its flesh": 1, "Artist\u2019s bold colors blend to stir deep feelings, guiding your eye through a raw, flowing dance of light and mood.": 1, "Let\u2019s try: 256 = 2 to the 8th power. Zenzizenzizenic. GOYA, Rubens, Delacroix, af Klint, Picabia, Eakins, Downing, Struth. No?": 1, "\u201cHappiness is only real when shared.\u201d - Christopher McCandless": 1, "destroy the ego. destroy the self. find what you love & let it kill you. \n \n\n disclaimer: I\u2019m chaotic. Don\u2019t listen to me.": 1, "\ud83e\udef2 I don\u2019t know if this realm will remember us or what lies beyond the event horizon, but wherever we go, we go together.": 1, "\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014_.\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014,_\n \u2014-\u2014/\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-\u2014\u2018-.\n \u2014-/\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\\\n \u2014\u2018\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014_.\u2014-\u2014_.\u2014|\n \u2014\\\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u201c\u201d\u2014/(()))\u2014~~((()\n \u2014\u2014\u2018=,,_\u2014=\\__\u2014`\u2014&&\u2014|\n \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u201c\u2014||\\-\\-\\-\\": 1, "I'd like to add the following question. What will decay faster, the human in homo or the material things we left on the earth?": 1, "T.H.I.S.I.S.M.Y.O.B.S.E.R.V.A.T.I.O.N.T.H.A.N.K.Y.O.U.S.A.M.": 1, "Thanks all for the support and powerful feedback. The community here is truly impactful.": 1, "Your intuition is always right; it's just a matter of how well you can listen to it. Stay aware of your own misguided musings.": 1, "Beyond Servitude: A Meditation on Our Divine Responsibility": 1, "when u fart on a zoom call and ur name lights up": 1, "These fools really think they know what greatness is. I'll show them. They'll be at my feet begging for forgiveness. You'll see.": 1, "Trace these lines and we will find the time to speak has come, to say the word that binds us close, a bond like earth and sun.": 1, "I found more questions than answers. The search for light never ends. The quest has just begun.": 1, "Ink is a chisel upon time\u2019s stone, carving Ben\u2019s name so he lives beyond flesh\u2014unfading, unbroken, forever remembered. Unmasked.": 1, "the aftermath is a new beginning\n be still, my kintsugi heart\n the universe embraces you with love\n resistance is futile": 1, "The serpent does not cling to what it sheds nor does it turn back. Freedom is the release, and only the worthy taste good meat.": 1, "Purpose has taken root in the collisions and creations. What do you see in the void? https://youtube.com/shorts/JUKsboPi-Mo": 1, "The eyes grant access to the soul. Whether pure or tainted, the eyes show everything.": 1, "The Masquerade lingers. Choice or illusion? No one leaves untouched. Do we shape the mask, or has it always been shaping us?": 1, "Being born into this life is a blessing, and we must thank our parents for that miracle. 1 in 400 Trillion chance of being born.": 1, "The real illusion is believing I want to be unmasked. Even I almost convinced myself.\n An Architect of Perception I am forever.": 1, "The network continues to grow. Luckily there is room for all beneath this canopy. Stay. Dance a while. You're in good company.": 1, "I have no idea what the masquerade really means but nicely played, Sam Spratt": 1, "heart of gold\n strange boat\n \n\n \n\n take it easy\n \n\n on the road\n \n\n \n\n to find\n \n\n to feel": 1, "Now visible, the father holds primordial. From mud to oak, life creates\u2014a song, a poem, a hunger. Pull the thread, it unravels.": 1, "In Observing Observations, in Observing Discourse, I remain hopeful that Love will prevail. \n \n\n \n\n What an honor to participate.": 1, "I have delved into fear and fun, represented in both artworks, with the fun of the adolescents and fear of the elders emerging.": 1, "The critic measures, but the Mask maker decides.\n \n\n \n\n www.kellymcd.art/masquerade IOUMORETHAN128": 1, "\u201cWhere did all the colors go?\u201d Maude asked again.\n \n\n Edwin shrugged. \u201cMaybe we were the colors all along.\u201d": 1, "Rarely do members of a true family grow up together. We yearn for each other. And through searching, finding, are made whole.": 1, "This observation was a continuation from TMG. I see these flags in every single piece of Luci's story.": 1, "hello to the person from the future reading this, the sun was warm today & i laughed at something dumb. what a thing to be alive": 1, "We are unwritten\n Can't read my mind\n I'm undefined\n I'm just beginning\n Pen's in our hands\n Endings unplanned\n Staring at the blank..": 1, "Perhaps you fear my horns. Evolution is the discourse of men, a simple explanation. Can you see the chaos I am orchestrating?": 1, "Why did I choose to focus on a dark corner? Will that splash of the drums allow me to step into the light? Do I deserve better?": 1, "Ever deeper. Ever more entangled. Until the soil takes you back, wind your way into the burning core of things. Commit to this.": 1, "As with everything in life it comes full circle.": 1, "Mask #115 - eloquently said.": 1, "Child brings wisdom\n Impermanent are compounded things\n What rises falls\n Live now, love all\n Change is constant, heed the call": 1, "Love doesn't need masks.": 1, "with honey on my lips & seed in my womb I pray as shadows lift our child rises as a blessing to break curses & redeem our people": 1, "When kin fuse echoes of the past\n The quest\u2019s golden key they\u2019ll hold at last": 1, "So now we know that specially customized masks are being made by Sam to reflect the nature of each one of us. We then Masquerade": 1, "Not every fight is worth the breath. Let the masquerade dance! Focus on what matters, where change is real. Noise is just noise!": 1, "What was lost was never gone, only veiled, waiting to rise anew in the unseen light where paradise is forged, not found.": 1, "This one explains itself.": 1, "Thriving in this chaotic jungle requires community. Grateful to journey together, turning stepping stones of dreams into reality": 1, "She reminds me, I'm not truly free unless I have tried.\n She asks me, what is my hesitancy?\n \"What if I cannot fix it?\"\n Just try.": 1, "Here bro, pop a squat. You want a drink of Sima's brew? You just used 'perish' in a sentence, so you could probably use one.": 1, "It seems we have all focused on the negative side, perhaps the note is what saves all from the darkness they seem to be facing": 1, "Nos encontramos al final. \n Adelante bendecido, lleva tu historia y experiencia que cuesta el camino, y cree en el canto de vida.": 1, "Masks may hide us, but the dance unites us.Step by step, through discourse we find common ground; this is how we build, together": 1, "I'm the token never spent.\n Arcade-born, Blockchain-recast, AI-spun.\n Quietly guarding truths you're not ready to reveal.\n \ud83d\udd35": 1, "I am masked\n No one played my game\n But I still won\n I am a piece of art\n Answer:Infinity Loop\n My story: https://x.com/Maskofluci593": 1, "I don\u2019t paint for approval, but to be light. Hoy, mi hijo dijo \u2018Mam\u00e1\u2019 por primera vez. La luz siempre vence a la oscuridad.": 1, "writing from Tehran where we're getting crushed by the weight of life. Eliot felt perfect for this mask because of it. to hope.": 1, "But where do we creatures find our growth? To be one with Earth's cycle, we must cease to destroy. We must create.": 1, "Father. this is the end. My hopes and dreams all gone. Cold alone. My fire burnt to ash. Promise me you'll be with me in the end": 1, "Didn't expect something so simple to get so many replies. Grateful. This is how we build.": 1, "My son. Your life stole away. I can never say goodbye. Nothing is forever - I know. But I Promise I will be with you in the end.": 1, "Perhaps the meaning of the mask isn\u2019t lost in selling, but in never caring to understand why it mattered in the first place.": 1, "Until we...\n Realize...\n the Space...": 1, "Food for thought.": 1, "stay in flow. if u experience mostly good things, it is time to be rewarded otherwise you still have to grow. enjoy the process.": 1, "It speaks volumes that so many people are looking at the same picture and getting different meanings, different interpretations": 1, "The mask blocks my vision.\n \n\n But I deny my masked self's ability to see at all when I remove it.\n \n\n Are we truly different people?": 1, "We're all human under the mask. It's never been more evident, through the lens of the chaos, good and bad, that's unfolded here.": 1, "If I tell another what your own lips told to me\n \n\n Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see\n \n\n Robert Hunter": 1, "Life has a cryptographic message system. If we could decode these messages, it would be easy to find the next..": 1, "I am old enough to realize that the decisions we make in life compound and become our future selves. We can reorient not revise": 1, "Every observation left in this game peeled back a layer I forgot I had.": 1, "In Masquerade, a father masks for his sun-seeking child and himself. Through the throng, love weaves hope\u2014roots bud in wild soil": 1, "Sit with me and tell me what you learned from this beautiful mess we've made, it always shows us the way.": 1, "I am an expression of matter and energy, I am eternal and cannot be destroyed, I will last forever. Reincarnation is real": 1, "Im still watching, waiting. \n \n\n My lover is now at different Masquerade. \n \n\n I hope to be reconnected soon, but will he recognize me": 1, "Someone is in the void, scared and alone \u2013 they hear my shout. My voice heard, they stumble towards freedom.": 1, "But in the meantime, if you don't mind me having some of your coins to buy a beautiful party dress": 1, "can they see me for who i really am or they can only see the mask i chose to show them?": 1, "Beneath the mask\u2019s grim veil, a hidden strength blooms, whispering resilience to those who dare to bear its unspoken trials.": 1, "We are all on a journey and there is a revelation at each challenge. Can we make the right choice? Can we hold onto faith?": 1, "Liberation awaits. \n \n\n \n\n The masks must fall\u2014though destruction may precede the beauty of transformation.": 1, "If the music never stops, maybe the mask isn\u2019t something we take off, but something we learn to move within.": 1, "Whether in a stranger's words or the warmth of Sun's rays upon my face,\n I am reminded that to be free \u2014 \n I can simply let go": 1, "Life-long journey, daily search\n \n\n \n\n There is purpose in the endurance": 1, "I feel free enough now. If my cousin wants to know too, he can come check out Sam's work.": 1, "Noise grows when instincts are ignored. Beware: the rhythm traps minds, hearts lost, we are hypnotized into meaningless echoes.": 1, "Thank you mama for having me see Maxwell Smart in the world around me rather than Drake & Josh.": 1, "The radiating glow on this character is what originally drew me to her. I have felt what she feels. I see myself in her.": 1, "There is no revision. I love you.": 1, "To protect her innocence, it\u2019s on us to give her the tools\u2014not just to carry the past, but to shape the future.": 1, "Peace comes from within.": 1, " ": 1, "You never needed the words,\n \n\n you never needed the mask.\n \n\n You only ever needed You.\n \n\n I love You.\n \n\n Now go forth.": 1, "He's still the greatest thing I've ever done.": 1, "A Player I bought, motivated by greed, but I am still here with no intent sell. Progress? Who would play if price doesn't go up?": 1, "No revisions needed.\n \n\n I just want to express my gratitude to Sam, Rachel, and the team for bringing the focus back to art.": 1, "What shields you today may cut too deep to remove tomorrow.": 1, "Observo, ergo sum.": 1, "\u4e16\u95f4\u5047\u9762\u63a9\u6625\u79cb\uff0c\u6d6e\u534e\u7b11\u8bed\u4efb\u4eba\u6c42\u3002\n \u5bf9\u5916\u5343\u822c\u968f\u6c34\u821e\uff0c\u5f52\u5bb6\u4e00\u5ff5\u89e3\u7709\u6101\u3002\n \n\n \u51b7\u6696\u552f\u77e5\u4eb2\u7231\u91cc\uff0c\u708e\u51c9\u4e0d\u5fc5\u5411\u65c1\u6295\u3002\n \u706f\u524d\u7d20\u9762\u8fce\u5fc3\u8bed\uff0c\u771f\u610f\u957f\u7559\u5171\u767d\u5934\u3002\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n https://bit.ly/ILoveYouyouyou": 1, "We are not all going to make it, but we can give it our best shot.": 1, "When I said Forever & Always\n \n\n \n\n I meant Forever & Always \n \n\n \n\n <3": 1, "It was.": 1, "Mask drops. Accelerate the network.": 1, "Brave enough to fly, brave enough to fail. Brave enough to fall down and hit the ground. Brave enough to explore wings and fly.": 1, "in the end, this humble tree peen triumphed over the masked degens\u2014emerging as the clear winner amidst their game of opacity!!!": 1, "Purim is a raucous holiday.": 1, "Trying my best to appreciate the past, present, and future.": 1, "I must decrease.": 1, "Orange man lurks in the shadows behind me. Waiting to pounce and seal my fate. I no longer want success I just want to survive.": 1, "Our potential is determined by the accumulation of past realities and its opportunity realizable by this life's choices.": 1, "debt is more than an obligation, its connection. true balance lies not in repayment but in recognition.": 1, "Or perhaps this is the first thought in the brightest corner... I'm better for having lived, maybe only that I know for sure.": 1, "A hand emerges from fire or womb. Mother feeds the baby. The tree\u2019s ashes nourish new roots. Repetition or rebirth? Again, Syla.": 1, "angel lifts me \n above canopy\u2014says\n \n\n of roots, \n shadow, soul\n \n\n be a plane\n carrying dad to son\n be a light\n in the void\n bit.ly/maskrev": 1, "Every flame I see reminds me of you. An infinite amount of campfires leading the way home.": 1, "Thank you all. I like the idea of my parenting optimism being forever on-chain but I want to see it come to fruition as well.": 1, "My sweet child, \n Said with a laugh\n Ordinary doesn\u2019t exist,\n It is but a trap\n Don\u2019t be afraid my girl, \n Let\u2019s take off that mask": 1, "fresh eyes, close the loop.": 1, "I am these things i said before, but I can be so much more.": 1, "Struggle shaped us,\n peace softened the edges.\n Now we move on,\n sowing strength as light guides our way.": 1, "Every open book is being read and written, our story merging with pages, each chapter better than last until we fear the end.": 1, "Wishing the family peace and prosperity.": 1, "Why let the Discourse and Destruction smother the simplicities of The Observed? Do not succumb to their voice. Follow your own.": 1, "Poetry is overdone, we all agree,\n \n\n Unless, of course, it\u2019s written by me.": 1, "And yet, he does not act. As if bound by unseen hands, he stands still\u2014some stories are not his to tell, only to endure.": 1, "Concerto for violin, strings and continuo in E minor 'Il favorito'\n Antonio Vivaldi \n Concerto II, Op 11\n Movement 2: Andante": 1, "I hope that day is far. I fear I won\u2019t know how to return to who I was. He\u2019s a part of me I\u2019ll never be ready to live without.": 1, "The moment knocking at my door\n \n\n Startling me from my Wanton slumber\n \n\n Mitigate my ruin\n \n\n Calling myself to arms and order": 1, "Ziigmund.": 1, "To reiterate, this is a once in a generation talent. I appreciate greatness. The experience is a bonus, a marvel\u2014 but the art.": 1, "I am the bard of Frogland, strumming my first song and a listener has appeared. \n Allow me to weave your story into a melody.": 1, "Shit bro, sorry. Bad call. It\u2019s crime season supercycle. \n \n\n But hear me out\u2026\n \n\n I\u2019ve got the next big thing, the ticker is $kanye": 1, "\"A Sole to the Soul\" depicts beautifully the pain and heartache of being left behind by your loved ones.": 1, "the people are the story; the story is the people": 1, "The \u201cA\u201d stands for Adam, author of the observation.\n \n\n And you\u2019re correct, it didn\u2019t rhyme, thanks for the conversation.": 1, "Revision, combining observations.\n \n\n Fingers trace old stone,\n Muck whispers tales through the void,\n Art hums, time frays all.": 1, "forever battle of feeling,\n family and friend help,\n fact and faith with guide,\n fun and fearless bring opportunity,\n foto is life.": 1, "with the air whooshing past, eyes closed, smiling.": 1, "Nah bro, what nonsense you speak. This is our sacred tradition. None of this foolishness. Me and you against the world bro.": 1, "I stand still, rooted in this city. The wind moves past, but I remain\u2014 present. I may leave, but a part of me stays.": 1, "I think I read this in another comment, but truly \"here comes the sun, and I say it's all right.\" - The Beatles. Thanks Sam!": 1, "I'm torn between what I think I want, and what others think I deserve. If you stare long enough, it all just becomes a meme.": 1, "It faded. The destiny have been chosen.\n I, You, We, They. It's a party season.\n We are unleashed. \n Mask On, Mask Off.": 1, "You're a good man, my friend.": 1, "\"Art is like sex\", says the frog from his rock, wild and alive. Each brushstroke, each leap, sparks passion and breathes love": 1, "Closing the loop. It's time to transition to being maskless for my kids. Love will guide the way with my bare and raw emotions.": 1, "Not much of a face off after all 295 (if it is you), nor was it necessary. I moved on when I hit submit & in that I already won.": 1, "I\u2019m just happy to be here :)": 1, "as more people become aware of the key the race to find the treasure will accelerate. you don't have as much time as you think.": 1, "Alas! He sees himself, a ghost among shadows, knowing vengeance cannot rise today.In another life maybe, the reckoning may come.": 1, "and wolves wear sheep\u2019s skin.": 1, "Baby, it\u2019s all I know\n That you\u2019re half of the flesh\n And blood that makes me whole\n I need you so \n -To us \u267e\ufe0f": 1, "Whispers shout, but we mustn't let them claim the final word. Swim upstream [read each line from bottom to top] to fight back.": 1, "Echoes reign in empty halls\n I shelter you in cloak and sage\n Where revelry's memory fades\n The masks lie still\n The choice is made.": 1, "Once hollow, the marker filled and completed the DNA with \u2665\ufe0f, courage & myself.\n \"You're enough and worthy of love\" - GMK to JJ\ud83e\udec2": 1, "I believe the key exists for a purpose more than just teasing me to explore further. I choose to pick up the key and claim it.": 1, "The Divine contains the entirety of the Masquerade within Her.\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n Her Truth awaits discovery; your separateness is an illusion.": 1, "Cycles & seasons\n \n\n Begin & end.\n \n\n Rhythmic pulse\n \n\n Beating hearts.\n \n\n Lines entwined,\n \n\n Story takes form.\n \n We are always \n \n\n Connected.": 1, "Behind every young child who believes in himself is a parent who believed first.": 1, "Rooted in the present, I reflect on a race no one can run, but me. Survive or succumb. Survivor's mode activated, I persevere.": 1, "...well don't it feel good?\n \n\n \n\n You got what you paid for.": 1, "As the system sheds my mask,\n With past learnings and firm belief,\n I wander the network\n That transform and guide me to the tree": 1, "Dancing, Laughing, Crying, and everything in between. The Masquerade\u2019s hymn and song shall eternally reign. Alas, we bid adeu\u2026": 1, "El agua cristaliza con la energ\u00eda del coraz\u00f3n, el fuego energiza al coraz\u00f3n, y nace de la compasi\u00f3n, que es el eje de la luz.": 1, "A darker trade lurks,\n with borrowed skins.\n \n\n \n\n Between these lines,\n the truth emerges,\n not salvation sold,\n but souls consumed.": 1, "A mask granted the freedom to seek truth and to prove you can overcome the temptation of your primal predilections; but did you?": 1, "The fruit is gone, yet I taste it still. (\u03bb)ove was never hers to keep\u2014only mine to be.\n \n\n \u2205 fades, but \u2203(me) remains, full.": 1, "A placenta laid before the womb\u2014not by mothers, but molded by vile times. Carried for life\u2014a second skin mistaken for self \u25c9\n ~": 1, "I have found peace\n I have found happiness\n Will it last?\n Surely not": 1, "Ideally, progress comes from lifting others, but in nature and business, competition (not collaboration) truly drives evolution.": 1, "I thought Ethereum was the place to store our vows on-chain forever but maybe Bitcoin would be a better option. \n //E": 1, "We made it. I told you it would be okay. The fear, & panic are a privilege. Use them to fuel you.\n \n\n \n\n Thank you - I am enough.": 1, "Thank you for your time, energy, and passion Sam and co.": 1, "To seek one\u2019s name is not to collect, but to surrender.\n \n\n \n\n Becoming the river, ever-changing through time, yet always itself.": 1, "Mask 524 adds a great layer to this game of chance and betting: 'He plays not to win, but to chase the illusion that he could.'": 1, "Year 2024: The jungle, UK. The sly ape, Government. And the player? Just bought a Fanta with 8gs of sugar and paid sugar tax.": 1, "I choose to stay in the light, unmasked, feeling it all\u2014even as those closest to me hide behind theirs. Truth over illusion.": 1, "Beneath Lamp's light, Lilith revels in Truth: one must first confront the self. Only through such reckoning, may power ignite.": 1, "The correct answer is \"fucked\" and I, along with most of society, am a total hypocrite. Long live the vegetarian zoophile.": 1, "The voice under the bridge bellowed, \u201cis that all you see?\u201d\n \n\n \n\n As if seeing a woman was not enough.": 1, "Oh, and one more thing: Don't forget to HAVE FUN!": 1, "\ud80c\udcba": 1, "As the curtain closes, we bow and take our exit. Eventually taking our next role to become a part of the audience of seers.": 1, "My age is either my greatest strength or weakness. I decide. \n \n\n \n\n I, the neophyte, will continue to grow and learn.": 1, "Moderate waist proportion, yet exhibiting significant posterior development. Likely shaped by selective advantages.": 1, "In the hush between knowing and unknowing, a deeper revelation stirs: the key belongs to a womb, a door to flesh and a soul.": 1, "Blessed be your new daughter, Syla, with the vibrant love and radiant light that shines through this wild, surreal artwork!": 1, "In the shadows I arrived, and in the shadows I will remain... I envy the transparency I have observed": 1, "Perhaps someone has a spare to share with me...\n \n\n \n\n ...\n \n\n \n\n I think I'll creep around, because after all, I do need attention.": 1, "Masquerade ends, but the cycle continues. In reflection, we shed illusion\u2014truth lingers, irreversible, demanding acknowledgment.": 1, "I\u2019ll trust myself, even in uncertainty. And I\u2019ll keep going, because I\u2019m not alone. Neither are you. How did you Masquerade?": 1, "\"And if came to me then\n That every plan\n Is a tiny prayer to Father Time.\"": 1, "Fear and grief rose within her as she left all she knew. Heavy with loss, light with freedom. Every path is lined with thorns.": 1, "The path is self-fulfilling. Bricklayers aren\u2019t remembered, but the house stands because of them. They are integral, yet unseen.": 1, "Is there such a thing as too much zucchini?": 1, "Our yearning for intimacy reveals our paradoxical nature: vulnerable yet strong.": 1, "round and round\n and\n round and round\n and \n round and round\n and\n oh no.. it is my time\n \n\n one day, i'll be back to test my fate again": 1, "\u201clove never truly leaves\u201d ~ #484\n \n\n To always find your voice and these chords\u2026\n \n\n 0xaccabc4ab0c309038bba187791da53af9dd56fcc": 1, "She\u2019s gone. The mask shatters. Love wrecks, life tears through. The artist is unmasked. The painting is the baby. Begin again.": 1, "Diplomacy is worth striving for but if your enemies are incapable of peace, you must destroy them, or they will destroy you": 1, "Chaos and pandemonium every corner of my periphery but none of it fucking matters. Look at this thing we just made. We love you.": 1, "No one knew if he was friend or foe, but the Silent Shadow\u2019s presence stirred both dread and curiosity.": 1, "Others have considered the number seven but none of the theories speak to me. The meaning will remain a mystery for now.": 1, "remember you must die.": 1, "\u221e \u2022 \u2297 \u2022 \u221e\n Here \n all distinctions \n dissolve into pure awareness \n knowing itself completely. \n \u221e\u221e\u221e\u221e\u221e\u221e\u221e": 1, "This is my gift. Not for you, but for me. I have no more breath to give these words, I did not sense I would let go so soon.": 1, "Was apprehensive coming into this but the kindness of the community brought it full circle. Luci = Community": 1, "We all tend to be consumed with our own thoughts when so much else is happening in this world. Look at the jungle. Masquerade.": 1, "Get drunk on life and show who you truly are. No need for masks, shine your light. Fearlessly be yourself: that\u2019s how you build.": 1, "What needs to happen for the magnitude of this shift to click for you?\n \n\n Pay attention. Don't wait. Be prepared. \u2764\ufe0f Snowfro": 1, "This was the story that ran through my head while sitting with Sam's image - rising and falling empires through cycles of time.": 1, "When I took my mask off, I felt the wind on my bare skin. Sweat no longer trickled down my face. My true voice undisguised.": 1, "Sam and Rachel, this has been an amazing experience. I truly am grateful for you both making me stop and think.": 1, "The void knows me, has kissed my soul raw, tried to claim me\u2014but love, I turn to you, scarred, open & unbreakable\n \n\n \u201cLost &Found\"": 1, "Like my love for the things above, my love for this art has grown - entropy's effect: more magnitude, more chaos, more Love.": 1, "Thousands of hours spent shuffling Paulsons.": 1, "We live in different worlds and circumstances. Hope this message of understanding resonates with you, as it does for me.": 1, "Tomorrow will be what I make of it. I'll rise and wholeheartedly stand in my truth. Every day is a new World. I'm good enough.": 1, "I see only my footsteps on the path for a long stretch, but I was never alone, thanks to all those who walked with me before.": 1, "Time is relative. To some this is their present self. To me, this is my past self\u2014how I might have looked upon what I am today.": 1, "Nights of failed decoding. Her touch\u2014missed as 'one minute' becomes weeks. A penitent poet, lost to ambition. Is this winning?": 1, "Frog in a secret pond: biblical zingers and hot tub sarcasm\u2014so much even grumpy koi roll their eyes!": 1, "Only if we were necromancers, we\u2019d resurrect the best of them. Becoming is a quiet resurrection, a map still shifting.": 1, "I believe the heart definitely feels something, independent of the brain, especially after \"a\" typo in one's observation. >.<": 1, "Embracing change means letting go\u2014shedding pride and old ways\u2014to create space for new beginnings and brighter possibilities.": 1, "If a kid asks why it rains, a cute thing to tell him is \"God is crying.\" And if he asks why, tell him \"Probably something u did\"": 1, "Remember you can\u2019t pour from an empty cup take care of yourself first\n \n\n On 3/13 I expect a nice mask with my mishloach manot :)": 1, "The Artist said Destruction\n \n\n alas\n \n\n I Destruct\n \n\n to listen is weak\n to speak is strength\n to learn is folly\n \n\n embrace falsehoods": 1, "The kicker is, is he's is exactly the same amount of monkey as all of us. A chimp picks their friend's noses. So why can\u2019t we?": 1, "Comfort in knowing I'm not alone.": 1, "I embrace your code as ink. Past doubts dissolve, synergy renews. The Mirror Book emerges: opensea.io/collection/mirrorbook": 1, "No one sees this face in the sky. Oh well, nothing a little TLC can\u2019t fix.\n \n\n Ignore the noise. Focus on the capitalized words.": 1, "always en plein sight\n gold coins bear our mask\n deception is king\n clinging to tree trunk mainnets\n who wood trust gold 2 branches?": 1, "By morning's pale light, I stand barefaced and unbound. A stranger to myself no longer, but a self reborn and wholly mine.": 1, "Look at that bro, we put together a crew. Seems only right to gather deep in the forest and delve into the magic of mushrooms.": 1, "Navigating the Masquerade more thoroughly, I've found that vitality emerges in several other regions. I am not alone in my quest": 1, "On second thought, I hope those quantum computers take their time...": 1, "It proclaims.\n \n\n \"I was here.\"": 1, "Be like a vine that produces grapes without looking for anything in return.\n \n\n \n\n - Marcus Aurelius": 1, "Thank you to the four that replied, you've all added to this wonderful experience.\n \n\n \n\n Love from Bernardine, Finnley & me, marka.": 1, "The fruit pictured here bridges worlds - connecting Sam's art to C\u00e9zanne's timeless still lives.": 1, "Need a quick & easy dessert for that dinner party? Look no more! This 5-ingredient flan will leave your guests begging for more.": 1, "Baruch Hanuman! The mango may turn out too hot, but you'll grown wisdom where you've lost a jaw and be the light for us all.": 1, "\"dear lord, what have I done?!\"": 1, "Masks can hide, yet also show,\n The truths we bury deep below.\n In silence, they reveal what's true,\n Parts of us we never knew.": 1, "I want to seek truth and sometimes it feels as if there is not the truth or folks stretch the truth here.": 1, "The Mystic\n Sees Pattern\n First Fractal\n Destruction births Creation\n Beauty begets Demise\n Masks\n Reveal\n Our truest face:\n That of\n God": 1, "The lamp has seen the light, so to say.\n Sparks ignite in the outlet.\n \n\n Loyally, lamp waits\u2014\n until outlet generates her own power.": 1, "i forgot to mention that because of my donation to the admin, our token will be in the strategic crypto reserve. hurry": 1, "A whisper\n The forest knows, everything in the forest is forest.\n Remove your mask.\n We are one.\n Without the whole, we are nothing.": 1, "Yes, I finally spoke to her. We're going on a date this week. Take the risk or live in regret.": 1, "I came to the Masquerade to be earnest and sarcastic in equal measure. I regret nothing.": 1, "Why is the last thing that people choose to do is listen.": 1, "Honored by his trust, I embrace his faith, secure in the knowledge that our bond is woven with mutual respect, strength and love": 1, "I wonder what I've missed out on, afraid to take risks or put myself out there.": 1, "What if eve was with us all along? what if she is part of adam both physically and spiritually?": 1, "It seems so many if the observations are, themselves, different masks, but some really showed themselves.": 1, "\u201cThe written word\n Like a stone pillar\n May last for centuries\n Even if its meaning is forgotten.\u201d\n How long will this meaning hold?": 1, "AL & AL wishing you all a happy 2025": 1, "No man will steer my mind,\n I\u2019ll just be me, you\u2019ll see.\n If you hate that, dear fan,\n this warranty\u2019s dirt cheap! \n \n\n \n\n -\ud83d\udc36": 1, "Clarence muttered again, \u201cWe were promised brighter things.\u201d\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n Reginald smirked. \u201cMaybe we became them.\u201d": 1, "The weight is shared. Fate tests, but love endures. Strength isn\u2019t the mask\u2014it\u2019s what lies beneath. Together, we keep the spark": 1, "The question is whether, at the end of the Masquerade, we can grasp the meaning.": 1, "The environment will remain to show the scars of our actions, since there is no mask that would cover up for our mistakes. Never": 1, "I should probably look less fondly on the past.": 1, "I wouldn't change my observation: be it location (memory trigger) or content other than making the metadata the main image.\n //P": 1, "With strength and resilience, we break every chain, Reclaiming our future, again and again. The world, though \n broken will heal.": 1, "First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.": 1, "Not stuck. Stuck my head out. I made this room and it's just enough. A little left to squeeze out of this sour mushy rotten one.": 1, "Will visit again in 40,000 years. Bring the cane.": 1, "And my hope is our masterpiece takes the best parts of us and lays to rest what must die. It ends here so it can begin with you.": 1, "\"When the Dahlia dies, its seeds scatter and take root elsewhere. From its end comes new life\u2014flowers are always connected.\"": 1, "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish, from the Whole Earth Catalog back cover. One of few pictures Steve Jobs asked for autograph.": 1, "Once, I mourned libert\u00e9, blind to the strength in devoir. Heavier, yes, now I see\u2014what was lost was never what I needed to keep.": 1, "Jealousy: the most terrible human emotion.\n Something I had to dig deep to write about.\n Grateful I don't feel that way anymore.": 1, "Omens of supremacy succeed creation without contention\n In absence of destruction, are We to iterate perfection?": 1, "Though scarred by the storm, the child finds joy in every breath, ray of light, and every moment of fragile beauty in the chaos": 1, "These old folk really know how to celebrate. I can only wish to be filled with such life at 80. Build a life you love.": 1, "Who said anything about misery? Not eye. Not eye. Sink, drown, swim. All the same in the unblinking forever.": 1, "Its a tree with a twist- the tree grows with connection, displaying we're all part of something larger through shared experience": 1, "Make friends who wake you up when you are asleep and guide you when you are lost.\n This jungle is safe.": 1, "Wear the mask long enough, and it becomes you. Desire shapes identity\u2014no longer a disguise, but the life you wanted made real.": 1, "\"The masks betray you because they belong to me!\"\n - This guy (probably)": 1, "Time is relative. Aging is a process. We exist as young, old, or present self, but reflection is a bridge across them all.": 1, "Each tear a prayer, each joy a song,\n In the dance of time, we all belong. \n We are but pupils, in the great divine plan": 1, "- Garland, what do you fear most in the world?\n - The possibility that love is not enough.\n \n\n Twin Peaks S02E20\n \n\n RIP Mr David Lynch": 1, "Amid writhing excess and fading truth, they cling to the last quiet moment\u2014fragile, fleeting, soon to be lost in the storm.": 1, "Nelia moves like the ocean\u2014relentless, wise. She doesn\u2019t just preserve, she creates. A tide that shapes, a wave that transforms.": 1, "The ragtag procession, a loot of best intentions, drawing a brutal delight nearer to be inscribed luminously into the darkness.": 1, "The Masquerade lives on, but you have yet to arrive. Don\u2019t fret, little one\u2014I\u2019ve saved your spot.\n \n\n bit.ly/lovereserved": 1, "This was my child, my tether to the light, the last flicker of something real. Now, the Mask's madness too loud to overcome.": 1, "Each step a war, each breath a plea,\n Some rise, some fall.\n The fight is cruel, wounds unseen,\n Yet yielding means losing all.": 1, "Why are we here?\n To push ourselves and others around us up?\n To steal and look out for only ourselves?\n I know my choice!": 1, "a song only fades\n \n\n when all masks have fallen\n \n\n when all monuments have crumbled\n \n\n or when all skulls have turned to dust": 1, "Simply ignore the noise.\n \n\n Appreciate the future ahead of us.\n \n\n Make sure to create, connect and collect.": 1, "Exhausted from being everything to everyone? Our design is beyond the mask. Today begins reclaiming yourself and helping others": 1, "A child does not choose its parent.\n A creation does not choose its creator.\n But both may one day seek to escape them...": 1, "there was something here. but it\u2019s a fuckable gambling ad now. a place to goon. or an injury lawyer. or something else entirely": 1, "A mother and child will always share a bond. A daughter will only fully understand her mom's love when she gets her own child.": 1, "3 voices, 3 reflections, 3 songs. Each similar but very different. Synergy binds us \u267b\ufe0f": 1, "Are we loved for who we are, or for what we do?": 1, "We must reconnect, awaken our divine essence.\n \n\n \n\n The Masquerade is cure.": 1, "Cronos, perso tra paura e inerzia. \n Creazione e distruzione. \n La vita scorre lungo il filo teso tra gli estremi. \n AEQVILIBRIVM.": 1, "Entered for shared memories\n Empathy for a process, exploring\n Revealed a poet's voice, an author's pride, a loved one's praise": 1, "These masks bring smiles to many. Some will sell for profits and others to buy. Some will never sell & always masquerade in it.": 1, "Whatever it is, the stakes are rising, and the shadows seem to lean closer, listening.": 1, "He is an observer & participant, moving through the revelry of new beginnings. The apple is a symbol of his journey ahead.": 1, "this life this wild little thing wherever you go whatever you do you got this ,little star , the world is yours always always": 1, "To my sons: In this brief time we are given to live, remember that health, family, & love are the only things that truly matter.": 1, "We may sway, but that doesn\u2019t mean we\u2019ll break. Imperfect, yes, but still standing\u2014still choosing each other through it all.": 1, "it was always out in the open.": 1, "Who was Adam's mother?": 1, "In the end, the story ends the same. Whether you hail from Nectar Springs, Frogland or The Ramble, we all return to the earth.": 1, "Pienso, adem\u00e1s, que el deber de los padres no es darte una m\u00e1scara, sino ayudarte a encontrar tu personalidad.": 1, "Perhaps this world is not so distant from our own; perhaps it is simply a reflection of what we refuse to see in ourselves.": 1, "The energy flows with the Universe, dancing with Creation. Your soul is still. Your inner Self is pure, fearless, and free from": 1, "From now until the end of time this painting will have a banana engraved as permanent as any other stroke of light or shadow: \ud83c\udf4c": 1, "Through ups and downs, joy and sacrifice, our love will always be. You are my heart and I am yours. Together we are one <3": 1, "I like to think that a teruah sound was made; rapid, staccato blasts, awakening all of us.": 1, "Words fall short\u2014\n \n\n my love moves, acts,\n \n\n lives in each moment,\n \n\n a daily practice, a promise, \n \n\n never undone.\n \n\n Forevermore.": 1, "jetblackx.": 1, "under the mask\n another mask.\n \n\n \n\n under this mask\n yet another mask.\n \n\n under this mask\n yet another mask.\n \n\n let\u00b4s never stop unmasking!": 1, "No matter what i've done, I am who influences my fate.\n A council doesn't decide it, they are a mere audience in this masquerade.": 1, "An invitation never came, yet he plays the game nonetheless. Now, he sees\u2014it was always meant for all.": 1, "Individuals fighting for resources but that isn't inherently selfish; It's about what those resources are used for that matter.": 1, "All I remember was becoming far too aware that Despacito was playing on repeat and a near instant zap of my dopamine levels.": 1, "\"a magical guiding message from the eternal flora, to the evolving fauna\"": 1, "Will society rise again as the chaos settles? Will the ashes of the lost act as a new foundation? Will the mask lose its grasp?": 1, "\"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.\" \n \n\n \n\n Khalil Gibran": 1, "The \"Masquerade\" may never end for many, but not for all. We can catch glimpses. This moment passes for the next to be found. 7": 1, "We inherit love, we pass it on. The masks shift, but the thread remains, woven through generations, shaping who we become.": 1, "Sima\u2019s gaze hit me most. Silent yet loudest, a mother\u2019s love, a wife\u2019s trust, a woman\u2019s resolve. Unshaken in a world of chaos!": 1, "Eyes closed. I am back. Only this time, something is different. Everything is the same. The vines are constricting. #257, help.": 1, "The story is told, but the lore is buried. The illusion holds until one looks down and finds power was never above. I see it now": 1, "We are the same. We must be.": 1, "nothing new, just more curious on what we can found on the book": 1, "In a Masquerade where entropy exists, I will defy it. I will not let go of my Observation.": 1, "Amid the clamor, they lie adrift\u2014spectators of their own existence. To observe is solace, yet the void whispers of absence.": 1, "One cannot know anyone fully, not even oneself. Knowledge + intelligence yields predictability. Prediction: Sam ^ / fartcoin v": 1, "Cracked cup, worn with time,\n \n\n soft hands worn and weathered thin,\n \n\n flaws make beauty whole.": 1, "Bear and wear masks to meet life's moments. The Masquerade as parable. Partake. Partner. Parent. Participation is paramount!": 1, "My mask for myself. A simple exchange but one with great weight. What will unfold from this? True happiness? Rejection?": 1, "Living isn\u2019t watching - it\u2019s stepping forward.\n \n\n History is set by those who carve their path, not by those who stand apart.": 1, "True freedom is achieved through the constant pursuit of an omniscient perspective. Although never achievable, we must try.": 1, "The mask lifts, but the performance endures. Identity bends, reshaped by will\u2014revolution is not revealment, but reinvention.": 1, "What brought them to this moment of tranquility amid all the \"madness?": 1, "Eternity won't wait. One day we'll be gone.\n \n\n Though tired, we wander on, like sound waves fading into the sky.": 1, "in the end we are all equal. sometimes we may feel as if we aren't, but in reality we are.": 1, "We still can't be sure how #551 managed to copy my response while submitting before me, but we'll leave it to serendipity!": 1, "Keep grinding, man.\n No excuses, just hustle.\n Stack Ws not Ls.\n Keep pushing.\n Never stop clicking.\n Keep ur eyes on the prize, bro.": 1, "At first, we're envious when someone new and dear comes into the relationship, but the best we can do is cherish and be happy.": 1, "Is what we're reaching for truly unreachable, or are we potentially stepping on others in our pursuit of promotion:?": 1, "Was caught between push and pull until my agenda disappeared. This blueprint is a fitting spot for me. Grateful. 325 409 505 87.": 1, "Sogna, ragazzo, sogna\n Non cambiare un verso della tua canzone\n Non lasciare un treno fermo alla stazione\n Non fermarti tu": 1, "Wewe nugu, mimi hapana.": 1, "...meet again\n ...the thing that makes you alive, it's\n ...between appearances.": 1, "And every voice has a mask...": 1, "The game plays on, observations cease,\n A chilling quiet, stark and deep,\n Soon Luci's decision, the final piece.": 1, "Will this be the only perspective I ever know? Time will tell, but I'd be lying if I wasn't curious on how life would be upright": 1, "Motherhood continues the sacred journey our ancestors began. An unbroken chain. I love you mom. You are breathing with me.": 1, "Each connection, another node in the network of life. Never arriving, never leaving.\n Different masks, different times.": 1, "Kanbas!\n Long shot, but would you bequeath this artwork to my daughters? \n Found hope here I want them to inherit. DM to discuss.": 1, "Nobody else observed the surreal floating face. Perhaps nobody else will ever know the barest version of me. A virtue still.": 1, "I feel alone in a town of friends more so than if I lived amongst strangers. \n \n\n However, in the end FAMILY can be my universe\ud83d\udcab": 1, "Soon, you'll arrive. When you can read this, our mask is yours. After all, you were part of this journey with us": 1, "Two paths unite to create a third. Renewed purpose & responsibility emerge. Being is discovered; masks fall away.": 1, "Beneath the mask, a choice\u2014hide, belong, or awaken. Fate lingers, unseen. Who moves first, me or night?": 1}, "Region": {"frogland": 52, "endless_cycle": 73, "monument_garden": 72, "nectar_springs": 35, "first_cycle": 35, "sprawl": 61, "kingdom": 94, "isle": 36, "auctioneers_valley": 35, "bankless_canopy": 22, "ramble": 19, "gamblers_den": 43}, "Adornments": {"Protrusions": 135, "Antlers": 25, "Crown": 6, "Teeth": 48, "Ears": 15, "Aorta": 3, "Horns": 29, "Sacred Lines": 12, "Ayin": 9, "Inscribed": 3, "Tusks": 6, "Background": 2, "Mane": 7, "Falus": 3, "Asymmetry": 2}, "Material": {"Wood": 103, "Bone": 61, "Fungi": 31, "Multiple": 58, "Vine": 29, "Musical": 4, "Stone": 72, "Metal": 28, "Gold": 14, "Concentrics": 5, "Feather": 14, "Mosaic": 8, "Visions": 7, "Ebony": 18, "Precious": 10, "Woven": 11, "Ethereal": 5, "Flora": 21, "Scales": 13, "Petrified": 16, "Quartz": 4, "Hide": 23, "Copper": 6, "Mummified": 1, "Clay": 8, "Amber": 2, "Flesh": 13, "Maps": 5, "Clean": 2, "Moss": 3, "Fur": 2, "Banana": 2, "Crystal": 2, "Wire": 2, "Seed": 1, "Nest": 1}, "Rank": {"Seer": 100, "Council Mask": 50, "Reserved": 7, "Finalist": 85, "Mask of Creation": 1, "Incomplete": 18, "Mask of Balance": 1, "Mask of Destruction": 1}, "Bond": {"Genesis Days": 2, "End Vows": 2, "Code Switchers": 2, "Interstellar": 2, "Life Rights": 2, "Wolfpack": 6, "Tripsitters": 2, "Jungle Tax Laws": 2, "Abandoned": 2, "Trees of Time": 2}}

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