Rumor has it that web3 is dead.
You ask the prophets—TA experts, Fed whisperers, VC insiders. Each tells you something different.
Want to know what's the future of web3?
Here’s the story of how I learned to predict the future of anything 👇
You ask the prophets—TA experts, Fed whisperers, VC insiders. Each tells you something different.
Want to know what's the future of web3?
Here’s the story of how I learned to predict the future of anything 👇
It was many yrs ago on my grad school graduation day. I was supposed to be attending the ceremony on a ribbon-decorated, perfectly manicured lawn in Washington DC.
Instead, I lied on the bank of an unknown river in the Amazon jungle, wrapped in a stinky blanket shivering in pain, afraid I was going to die.
I’d traveled 3 days to a remote town in Peru to track down a jungle shaman to perform a ritual of ayahuasca, a mythical medicine plant that I heard would open you up to a higher wisdom & see the future.
How desperately I wanted to see the future! 5 yrs of grad school had made me sick of the academic rat race. I despised my life, but didn’t dare to imagine anything else.
I’d been trained my whole life by parents & teachers to follow well-treaded path to success— go to right schools, get right degrees, date right people, get right jobs… So many people have done it this way & seem happy. They must be right, right? Then why do I feel so trapped?
I came to the jungle seeking answers, hoping the spirit would tell me what my future is.
I’d heard accounts of miraculous insights & uncanny predictions from others that went through the ritual. I came up w/ an exhaustive list of questions to ask the jungle spirit— where will I work, who will I marry, how much money will I have, etc, etc, etc.
I wrote the list down & memorized it. I was so prepared…until I got to the riverbank at dusk where the ritual started.
The shaman shook his rattle, danced & sang in Quechua. He passed me the cup of foul-smelling ayahuasca brew. I drank in one gulp, holding breath to keep it down.
To say my body had a bad reaction to it was understatement.
To say my body had a bad reaction to it was understatement.
I vomitted & vomitted. My heart raced so violently that I worried it’d burn out any minute. A thousand different TV channels blasted at top volume in my head. I couldn’t hear the rattle. I couldn’t see the river. I was dehydrated & delirious. It went on the whole night.
Then the giant anaconda appeared.
The proverbial jungle spirit. The embodiment of the Force. It glided silently around me. Neither friendly nor malicious. Immense & immensely calm. Though my head refused to believe, I felt the anaconda was physically there on the riverbank w/ me, so ancient, yet so present.
“What do you want?” It talked to me w/o speaking.
I remembered my list of questions. Questions abt my stupid little life. In the presence of this impressive creature, my list of questions felt trivial & naive.
I remembered my list of questions. Questions abt my stupid little life. In the presence of this impressive creature, my list of questions felt trivial & naive.
“I want to know the ultimate truth of my existence.” I said, shocking myself. I had no idea what I was talking abt.
Complete silence. The anaconda glided across river sand in slow mo.
After what felt like centuries it said, “You are not ready for the truth, child.”
Complete silence. The anaconda glided across river sand in slow mo.
After what felt like centuries it said, “You are not ready for the truth, child.”
“But the truth is the only thing I’m after,” I protested. “Please show me.”
“Alright then. You asked for it. But as I said, you aren’t ready. So when you can’t take it, ask for help.”
“Alright then. You asked for it. But as I said, you aren’t ready. So when you can’t take it, ask for help.”
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B/f I could grasp what that warning meant, I was thrusted into an empty space— non-space, to be precise. For there was no direction, dimension, distance or position. It was devoid of any characteristics that Physics would use to define “space”. Yet somehow I was there, present.
I didn’t know how but for some reason I suddenly understood what this strange place was— it was the beginning of creation. Or death. The two are one & same thing.
It dawned on me that if I wanted, I could create “time”, “space”, & define everything in it right there, in whatever way I wanted. The consciousness I embodied could make that all happen.
Yet I felt a terror so strong that it dwarfed any fear I’d ever felt. I realized as ultimate creator I’d have no external truth to reference. There would be no god, no anchor, no axiom to rest my head on. The prospect of that immense power & responsibility was utterly terrifying.
“Help! Get me out of here!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
In no time was I yanked out of the zero-point field & back to the reality I knew, where every parameter of existence was already neatly defined.
In no time was I yanked out of the zero-point field & back to the reality I knew, where every parameter of existence was already neatly defined.
But my heart was still pounding & my tears couldn’t stop flowing. I was beginning to realize the implication of what I just experienced—
Every rule or belief that I held as absolute truth is but a fabrication of consciousness. Every future I could think of is just as valid as any other, only depending on what I choose. There’s no right answer & there’s no mistake, unless I choose to make them so.
That realization was maddening. For like most humans I wanted to be reassured, to be handed the right answer. I wanted to predict the future so that I’d be safely prepared, cuz I didn’t have the fortitude to accept that the future was actually up to me.
The anaconda was right. I wasn’t ready for the truth. But ever since that day in the jungle I vowed to be a bit more ready every day.
Whenever I need to make an important decision, I ask myself what would I do if I’m not a frightened little human, but instead, the ultimate creator of the Universe? In a sense we all are.
I ask myself what would I do if the future-- for me & for the world I live in— is not dictated by anyone else other than myself? How would I live life differently?
How does that relate to web3?
How does that relate to web3?
Whether you realize it or not, if you’re reading these words, you’re a co-creator in this global revolution that may change the internet & how we distribute values in society forever…or not.
You could wait for VCs & macro experts to tell you what will be the future of this movement— truth is no one has a f*cking clue. Or you could take the matter in your own hands & help make the future you want happen.
There’re so many things you can do. You can join a project team, participate in governance, educate friends & your local politicians, use new products, provide liquidity, give feedback…
When there’s enough human consciousness behind a movement, it becomes the future.
The best way to predict the future is to create it the way you want. Simple truth. Yet few have the courage to follow.
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