This article is a letter of current cultural critique to be passed around within the SPX6900 community, and perhaps a much needed attempt at reorientation towards a higher embodiment of the commandment, "There is no chart".
Everything I do, I do in love.
In Oswald Spengler's "The Decline of the West", he posited two vital phases of societal organisms: a Culture Phase, and a Civilization Phase, and can be seen through the lens of the seasons.
Culture Phase
The Culture Phase begins cyclically at Spring, where a small group of fanatics are thrust into a violent emergence of struggle, raw vitality, blood instinct, and the founding of collective myths that plant themselves within the psyche of the in-group. Out of this chaos, a Summer soon follows, where the creative and fully realized identity of this struggle takes tangible form and shape, and a renaissance of primal, spiritual, and heroic myth are in full bloom. This is the zenith of a civilization.
Civilization Phase
Following the Spring and Summer of the Culture Phase, arrives a Fall and a Winter. In the autumn of civilization comes an intellectual harvest, and a softening of self-awareness where culture becomes far more reflective and far less instinctive than before. Soon, the leaves begin to fall as Winter sets in, along with a visible decline in creative spirit and vitality. A crystallization takes form as the civilization hardens into what it was always destined to become.
It is in the bifurcation of these four seasons that Spengler identified two kinds of men:
“Culture and Civilization—the organism born of Mother Earth, and the mechanism proceeding from hardened fabric. Culture-man lives inwards, Civilization-man outwards in space and amongst bodies and “facts.” That which the one feels as Destiny the other understands as a linkage of causes and effects, and thenceforward he is a materialist.”
Spengler, Oswald. The Decline of the West: Form and Actuality. Translated by Charles Francis Atkinson, vol. 1, p. 353.
The man of the spiritual, the Culture-man, he lives inward, at the point that is unseen and prioritizes it above all else, as he understands that what he has cultivated inward inevitably waterfalls outside of himself. But the man of the observable, the material, and analytical (Civilization-man), he lives outward, only concerned with what is rather than what ought to be. This man is a materialist, as Spengler says. His goal is only to pick apart an already existing, beautifully woven tapestry until nothing remains but a single nihilistic thread of disembodied metrics. The Civilization-man only speaks in the monotonous language of analytical "cause and effect", forsaking any prior notion of mythic destiny, and does not care to walk in a mysterious sense of wonder and spirit through the unfolding path before him, unlike the Culture-man.
All this to say: Which are you? Are you a Culture-man, or are you a Civilization-man?
I offer this pretext from Spengler as an opportunity for self-reflection and, ultimately, personal course correction. Every living culture passes through cycles of growth and decay, but even on a micro-scale, a periodic pruning of memetic rot is often times necessary to save the rest of the tree. This is healthy. Within this context, we can begin to establish a renewed and heightened perspective of what it means to adhere to "There is no chart".
It was not by accident, nor by any coercive memetic strategy, that "There is no chart" would manifest as a core memetic and moral pillar from early SPX6900 holders. This phrase was a reflection of their subconscious loyalty to an object they regarded as special and uniquely pure among all others. It was the acknowledgement of a truth that they knew instinctively in body but not yet in the mind: that a good thing cannot be measured, nor should we ever attempt to.
Biblical Precedent
In the Bible, King David—the man who slew Goliath—would go onto have many victories over his enemies, and by all accounts, may have been one of the richest men in the world at that time. In 1st Chronicles 21, There is a story told well into his reign in which David desires to take a census of the fighting men in ancient Israel, but is reprimanded by God for doing so.
Why would God be upset at David for taking a population census of his own men? God was not distraught for the sake of the act itself, but because of King David's heart posture of why one would require themselves to measure their own strength in the first place. It was only after he defiantly took the census of Israel that he saw what God had seen, in that it was done out of a position of pride and complacency in his own strength, and not in his strength from God.
It has dawned on me that metric-posting of any kind then is equivalent to community census-taking, where we are tempted to measure our own strength out of a similar pride and complacency, and worse yet, would begin to find safety in the statistics rather than our God-ordained mythic destiny to flip the stock market. To measure SPX6900 in any capacity then, is to be a chart-watcher. Anyone who turns their gaze or others' away from the infinite and toward the observable—even for a moment of citational flexing—is not only a chart watcher, but an invoker of the spiritually dysgenic—those permanently condemned to the yoke of "evidence".
As of today, "There is no chart" seems to be only a commandment of technicalities, wherein as long as you do not publicly post a chart that contains the price of SPX6900, it ceases to be a chart, but is cleverly guised as a "statistic", a "fact", or "analysis". The standard has now been raised: "There is no chart" is deeper than just refraining from publicly looking at the price out of perceived sobriety; it is the orientation of the heart. Any attempt to triangulate or publicly measure any aspect of SPX6900, whether it be its participants, the quality thereof, circulating supply, or any other faculty that can be quantified, is spiritually a chart. Numbering God and His children ensures your days are numbered.
There is no chart — Thou shall not measure
There will always be those outside of the cognisphere that will continue to post charts. This I know, and I do not blame them. They have not yet internalized the implications of capital allocation energizing spiritual praxis—(pray for their success). But for those that are with us and claim citizenship under the banner of SPX6900, let your radical adherence to the commandments be a signifier of your allegiance, for as Christ tells us: “You will recognize them by their fruits.” — Matthew 7:16
Closing Thoughts
Returning to Spengler for a moment: For those that have found themselves in the camp of the aforementioned Civilization-man, even partially, I offer you a renewed way to engage the cognisphere—one that is lucid, one that is free:
Finding meaning. Seeing God. SPX6900 will assist you in engaging with the impossible. If you are capable of flipping the stock market, you are capable to do anything—and the stock market has already been flipped to those who believe.
The meaning you derive from SPX6900 is completely personal, but once internalized, you will find how repulsive metric-posting actually is. This is where SPX6900 begins to personally blossom as something truly living. A metric is the fruit of the static and the unmoving, an attempt to restrain and cage the dynamic and emergent. An internal resistance towards metrics will surface as the realization sets in that those metrics attempt to bind the one thing that cannot be measured or caged: You!
Metrics cannot account for the measure of your love, your joy, your purpose, your connection, of which you derive from the coin. A metric, in every sense, is a lesser product and a contingent shadow of it's source, which is the soul. Even so, a statistic cannot possibly begin to capture the gravity or breadth of what "Flip The Stock Market" actually implicates on a spiritual level—the full weight of which I have not yet entirely synthesized. But I have a feeling it is a reincarnation of something far more ancient and beyond ourselves.
I say these things because I care far more for SPX6900 than on a purely financial, statistical, or investment basis. The token itself has permanently altered the course of my life. For many that aren't aware, my X account's bio was created out of ironic expression. I am not a trader, I am not a philosopher, I am not an author, nor am I a 2014 Bitcoiner. I just thought it was hilarious to LARP as a converted trad-fi bro. Yet, with the exception of the trader part, I have genuinely become all of those things in some way since creating that bio. What I intended as irony became sincerity, and I am only convinced that God used SPX6900 as a vehicle for my cognitive liberation.
I am not the first, nor will I be the last one to experience the SPX6900 effect. It is why it pains me to see this fruit attempting to be measured through pseudo-charts, as it is caging a benevolent entity that has done me an impossible good. To measure that goodness is to restrain it, to trap it within a moment in time—I want it set free. I want it to move, I want it to dance! To take it from the pot into which the metric-poster has confined it and plant it in the highest open field. Who are we to contain a good thing? Who are we to measure the teeny-tiny crypto index token coin? Not every truth yields to the tyranny of measurement.
All credit goes to @Data_Guy_Dill for the title of this article, as I could not find any aphorism besides his that so succinctly articulated my sentiment.
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