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Absalom, son of David, was not just a handsome youth—he possessed charm, cunning, and pride that made him almost godlike in the eyes of the people. After killing his brother Amnon, he fled and lived away from his father for three years, learning patience and observing the king's weaknesses. Upon his return, he greeted people at the city gates, listened to their complaints, spoke kindly and justly, until the hearts of every Israelite began to incline toward him. He was radiant, his presence inspired trust, and his smile promised truth where David seemed distant.

Eventually, Absalom decided to launch an open rebellion. He deceived many counselors and elders, manipulated events, until David was forced to leave Jerusalem with his loyal followers. On the battlefield, Absalom's ambitions turned into tragedy: his proud hair became entangled in the branches of a tree, and he fell, dying a brutally cruel death. David mourned his son, the people grieved, and order was restored only gradually.

Moral: even in the depths, where ambitions and intrigues are hidden, everything secret eventually comes to light and turns against the one who plotted it.

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🗣 Elon Musk explained why he created the company SpaceX

According to the billionaire, he wants to make the TV series "Star Trek" a reality.

Large spacecraft traverse the vastness of space, people travel to other planets, to the Moon. And eventually to other star systems, where we might meet aliens or discover alien civilizations.

This is not always science fiction; one day it will become scientific fact.

This approach was approved by the US Secretary of War, Pete Hegseth, who is touring defense industry enterprises as part of the "Arsenal of Freedom" tour.

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🇺🇸 "Did I promise? When did I promise?": Journalist reminded Trump of his promise to pay Americans $2000 each

🎤 Journalist: "Did you promise to pay Americans $2000 each based on your tariff revenues?"

🗣 Trump: "Did I promise? When did I promise? I made $1776 for the army, right?

🎤 Journalist: When will Americans receive these checks?

🗣 Trump: Well, I'm going to do it. The tariff revenues are so large that I'll be able to pay $2000 each... I'd say somewhere by the end of the year.

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The ship Odyssey was cast upon the shores of the island of Aeaea after long storms. The land seemed kind: warm sand, dense forests, silence—too calm to be true. There lived Circe, daughter of Helios, a goddess and sorceress who spoke the languages of plants, animals, and human weaknesses. Her home shone amidst the thick woods, and her voice was soft, like a dream after wine.

Odysseus's companions entered first. Circe fed them cheese and honey, mixing in a potion of forgetfulness. The men forgot their way home, forgot themselves—and in an instant became pigs, retaining only human fear in their eyes. Thus Circe punished those who sought pleasure without looking ahead.

Odysseus went to her alone, but on the way, Hermes appeared and gave him a magical herb—moly, bitter and bright. It protected his mind. Circe tried to enchant him—but her spells fell apart. Then Odysseus drew his sword, and for the first time in a long while, Circe saw a mortal who would not submit. She restored her companions to their human forms, became an ally, and pointed the way forward.

Moral: in the crypt, as with Circe, illusions are sweet—but only a clear head and protection from enchantments can save you.

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In one very serious kingdom of Macroeconomics lived the head of the Fed named Pavlik. He was a cautious man: he would say "possibly," "depends on the data," and "let's wait another quarter." For this, he was hated by Donnik—the head of the country, a straightforward man: if something wasn't growing, Pavlik was to blame; if it was growing, it was thanks to Donnik.
One day, Donnik woke up, looked at the chart, and realized: the chart didn't respect him enough. He called his advisors and declared: "Pavlik is sabotaging prosperity! He doesn't print money with soul!" The advisors nodded, because nodding is the most stable currency under any regime.
Donnik decided to publicly destroy Pavlik. He wrote tweets as long as an economic crisis, calling Pavlik a "man without charisma," an "enemy of growth," and "the one who doesn't understand the 'plus' button on the printing press." Pavlik remained silent in response and raised the interest rate by a quarter percent—which was scarier than any threat.
At the climax, Donnik threatened to fire Pavlik with a glance. Pavlik held the gaze, adjusted his tie, and said: "Markets have already priced it in."

Moral: while some argue and print, crypto simply exists—and couldn't care less.

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The old man lived for one island alone. Icy, distant, as if the air itself screamed its name. By day he thought of it, by night he thought of it, even sleep was saturated with that cold pull. Whole days the old man imagined walking across frozen expanses, gathering rare oases of life into his sweaty palms, as if they were the key to the mystery of existence itself. His heart beat like a bell in emptiness, the cat on the windowsill trembled, as if sensing the magic of icy solitude.
He counted every piece of ice, every rough crystal; numbers danced like mischievous gnomes, laughing in his face. He prepared, gathered his tools, jotted down plans in a notebook with frayed pages, whispering: "Soon... soon I'll master you."
Finally, the old man stepped onto the island with a small band. Suddenly, the ice groaned, the oases of life came alive, the wind raised a whirlwind, and the elements rebelled. The ice cracked, the screech tore through the air, and freezing waves, crunching like bones, swallowed the old man and his band. On the island remained only silence and glittering icy oases, which never again allowed anyone to intrude.

Moral: the thirst for conquest often turns against you — especially in the crypt.

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🇺🇸 The US profits from the war in Ukraine — Trump

"With the war we are making money, but I don't even want to talk about it,"
— said the US president aboard the plane on the way to Washington from West Palm Beach.

Donald Trump also emphasized that Washington wants to resolve the conflict solely to "save lives." At the same time, he noted that US revenues from utilizing Ukraine's mineral and raw material resources in the future will amount to over $350 billion.

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The Roman Empire for centuries welcomed hordes of barbarians within its borders, inviting them to serve in the legions, generously granting them land and privileges. Germanic and Gallic legionaries marched side by side with Roman citizens, but their cultures, customs, and languages gradually replaced indigenous traditions.

Over time, Roman cities filled with foreigners, families intermarried, and Roman identity became blurred. State institutions, once strict and unified, began adapting to diverse habits. The army, once the guarantor of power and order, was increasingly composed of foreign soldiers whose loyalty was not to the empire but to their own interests. In the end, when the internal structure collapsed, the Romans lost their culture, language, and power—the empire ceased to exist.

Today, similar scenarios are unfolding across Europe: mass migrations, blending identities, and the erosion of cultural roots.

The moral of the crypt is simple: just as the value of a token depends on trust and rarity—lose uniqueness, lose strength.

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The Iranian rial is experiencing a sharp decline in value against the dollar and hitting historic lows on the free market — over 1.4 to 1.5 million rials per US dollar. This reflects serious economic instability and significant devaluation.

The currency crisis has become one of the reasons for widespread protests across the country, as prices for goods and inflation have risen sharply.

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He entered the hall like living Greek marble — the face of Apollo, the shoulders of a statue, his hair glistening as if kissed by the morning sun. The crowd froze. But as soon as he spoke even a single word, a wave of revulsion swept over everyone. He grunted like a pig when he laughed; licking his fingers, he grabbed someone else's food and shoved it into his mouth without a care for others' reactions. Coffee cups on the tables he knocked off with his elbows, as if by accident, but with immense delight, laughing all the while, emitting a hoarse, guttural "ha-ha".
He loudly snorted, belched, spat, picked his teeth, and with satisfaction scattered food remnants across the floor. Any attempt to say something intelligent turned into a storm of incoherent words, tangled with curses, shouts, and loud grunts. When someone tried to stop him, he simply stomped his foot, snorted, and screamed that "he was right and everyone else were fools".
At first, the crowd watched in fascination, then recoiled, grimaced, spat. Beauty is deception, and behind it lay a savage, uncultivated emptiness. No one could stay near him for long.

Moral: a flashy exterior does not make a person valuable; if the inside is crude emptiness and chaos, investing in them is pointless.

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Mining bitcoins is now possible in the bathtub — the Superheat H1 water heater heats water and simultaneously mines cryptocurrency.

It works simply: the miner generates heat, which is used to heat water in the tank. The cryptocurrency, meanwhile, is credited directly to the owner's wallet.

The startup claims energy consumption is comparable to that of a regular water heater. The price is around 160,000 rubles.

Crypto enthusiasts are getting ready to take a bath.

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Elon Musk called Britain a "prison island" and published statistics showing more than 12,000 arrests in the country over the past year due to online comments.

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In a small American town, where every street remembers the sound of children's laughter, evil lies deep beneath the ground. It awakens once every few decades, taking the form of the most terrifying nightmares of its victims. Most often, it appears as a clown with an unnatural smile, but in reality, its appearance changes, adapting to the fears of each individual. Children vanish, adults prefer to ignore the obvious, and the town itself seems to help people forget the truth.
A group of outcast teenagers confronts this evil face to face. Each carries their own pain: fear, guilt, humiliation, loneliness. Together, they realize that It feeds on fear, and thus the only way to survive is not to run. Having defeated the monster once, they swear to return if evil rises again.
Years pass. They grow up, forget the past, but the town calls them back. Now they must descend into darkness once more — as adults, weary, and doubtful.

Moral: the crypt is like this evil — as long as you succumb to panic and illusions, it controls you. But a calm mind and discipline are always stronger than fear.

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In a quiet town on the outskirts, no one suspected that the evening delivery from Philadelphia would turn into an apocalypse. Eight giant rolls, glistening with nori, suddenly came to life, leapt off the plate, and ran through the streets. Their eyes made of fish roe glowed red, and their insides—cream cheese and salmon—trembled with fury.

The first victim was the postman: a strip of nori wrapped around his neck, soy sauce drenched his face, and wasabi pierced his nose all the way to the marrow, making him scream "NO!" for three blocks. Then the rolls bounced across lampposts, skillfully using chopsticks as battle spears. Cars swerved, but anyone who tried to flee was swallowed by the terrifying jaws.

People tried to unite: they threw wasabi, but the rolls devoured it and grew stronger. The city plunged into chaos, and smoke rose into the sky from burnt nori. Even cats began to cry "Meow!" as a protective spell, but it did nothing.

And when the last roll jumped onto the roof of the bank and started scattering sheets with cryptocurrency charts, a passerby thought: "If even rolls know about crypto, then this is going to last..."

Moral: crypto, like living rolls—seems tasty and attractive, but if you give it life, it might devour your capital.

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The Chinese poet Du Fu illuminated all the critical issues of his era, and even cryptocurrency could not escape his attention.

Du Fu. The River of Signs

1
Fog over the market. Morning without names.
A candle trembles, like a lamp at the dock.
Yesterday's noise has gone, like a sleepy moan,
And profit, like a bird, flew away.

2
On a stone, the trader writes his calculation,
Erasing fears with the sleeve of his robe.
The river of cryptocurrency flows silently into the distance,
Knowing neither wealth nor loss.

3
In spring, the green token grows like bamboo,
Easily, without asking the sky.
But autumn brings a leaf, and it falls from the hand
The coin that yesterday seemed like bread.

4
At night, the screen is like a full moon,
Shining on those who stay awake in anxiety.
And every block, with names of doubt,
Lays on the path leading along the way.

5
I am old. I have seen markets and war,
How copper changed form and meaning.
But fear and greed remain the same,
Poured into the cups of new generations.

6
Who sold in the storm seeks silence,
Who held on does not celebrate the dawn.
He has realized: the chart grinds depth
Of patience, like great nature itself.

7
And if you ask: 'What is the conclusion here?' —
I'll answer, gazing into the river with no beginning:
Not the one who took the high block is rich,
But the one whose boat never lost its course.

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In the crypto market, traders are divided into bulls and bears for a simple reason: the market is 24/7, nerves aren't steel, and the mind needs a simple worldview. A bull believes that 'everything will go up.' A bear is convinced that 'everything will crash.' Both consider themselves realists, while seeing the opponent as a naive dreamer or a gloomy pessimist.

The bull is a person of hope. He buys when it's 'already too late,' averages down when it's 'already scary,' and holds on when it's 'already painful.' His philosophy: technology will prevail, the Fed will print money, Bitcoin is digital gold. He is patient, like a Buddhist monk, and loves the phrase 'in the long run.'

The bear is a person of doubt. He sees overbought conditions, manipulation, weak hands, and a tweet from Elon Musk written with the wrong emoji. His joy is a red candle; his enemy is an unexpected pump out of nowhere. He is smart and quick, but lives with the constant feeling that the market will 'take him out at stop' at any moment.

Why do they split? Because crypto is chaos. And humans need a camp, a flag, and an explanation for why they're right.

Moral: the market doesn't have to be bullish or bearish—it simply profits from those who are too confident they understand what it is today.

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Herod the Great's eldest son was Antipater, born to his first wife, Doris. Formally, he long appeared to be the main heir, but at Herod's court survival depended not on birthright, but on skill in intrigue. Antipater quickly understood this and made conspiracy his craft.

He systematically turned his father against his half-brothers—Alexander and Aristobulus, sons of Mariamne. Through denunciations, planted witnesses, and carefully planted letters, he convinced Herod that they plotted a coup. In the end, the brothers were accused of treason and executed, and Antipater briefly became the main contender for the throne.

But his habit of intrigue played a cruel trick on him. Overwhelmed by success, he decided not to wait for his father's natural death and began plotting to poison him. The conspiracy was uncovered: letters were intercepted, accomplices interrogated, and Antipater himself stood trial. Herod, already mortally ill, ordered his son's execution—just days before his own death.

Thus, the man who destroyed his brothers for power never got to enjoy it.

Moral:
Who builds strategy solely on speculation and short-term moves often loses everything before the long-awaited 'throne' ever arrives.

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Robb Stark, the young King of the North, formed an alliance with House Frey through marriage to one of Walder Frey's daughters. The goal was simple: strengthen his position before the war against the Lannisters by securing the Freys' support and their soldiers. Robb promised to respect the Freys' traditions and later marry the bride they chose. The agreement was solemnly sealed with oaths of loyalty and mutual protection—a symbol of trust and alliance.

However, political haste and Robb's heart betrayed him: he broke his word, changing his wedding plans in favor of love for Jeyne Westerling. The Freys felt deeply offended and secretly plotted revenge. Breaking the agreement proved fatal: at a wedding meant to be a celebration, tragedy unfolded—the Red Wedding, where Robb, his mother, and many of his close allies perished.


The lesson is clear: in politics as in the crypt, breaking trust leads to catastrophe, and promises are the most valuable asset that must never be ignored.

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Cersei Lannister was not just a queen — she was a regent who wanted to rule in place of her weak son and stronger than any council. Her goal was simple and dangerous: eliminate her enemies through others' hands and keep her own clean. When the nobles and Tyrells stood in her way, Cersei decided to bring religious fanatics — the Sparrows — back to the capital. She legalized their order, allowed them to carry weapons, and judge 'sinners,' confident that barefoot preachers would become a compliant club against her opponents.

At first, everything went perfectly. The Sparrows humiliated the nobility, arrested lords, and shattered old balances. Cersei saw this as a masterstroke: fear instead of an army, faith instead of law. But His Sparrowhood did not play politics. He saw only sin — and the crown offered no immunity.

Cersei was arrested in the very sept she had brought the fanatics to. The cell, the interrogations, the loss of dignity. Then came the humiliating procession: barefoot, shaven, under the ringing of bells she walked through the streets of King's Landing, while the crowd spat, shouted, and threw filth. The one who wanted to control fear became its embodiment.

Cryptomoral: never unleash a force you can't reel back.

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The Trojan War was underway. The wrath of Achilles kept him in his tent, and the war was at a standstill. Due to a quarrel with King Agamemnon, the greatest of the Achaeans vowed not to fight, and without him, the Trojans pushed the Greeks back to the sea. Patroclus, his friend and shadow, saw the ships burning and warriors falling, and realized: waiting was no longer an option. He didn't seek glory—only a brief respite for the army. So he asked for Achilles' armor, knowing the power that even a single name could hold.

Putting on the armor, Patroclus entered the battle, and the field trembled. The Trojans believed Achilles had returned and retreated. Victory spun his head: the enemy's fear turned to exhilaration, caution into audacity. Patroclus forgot he was not the one he was mistaken for and chased the enemy toward the walls of Troy. There, fate caught up with him. Hector, seeing through the deception, struck without hesitation. The foreign armor offered no protection: Patroclus fell, paying the price for stepping beyond his limits.

His death brought Achilles back into battle, but the cost was terrible: the illusion of strength destroyed the one who acted from the purest intentions.

Moral: you can wear a powerful name and catch a wave, but if behind the facade there is no understanding or discipline, the market, like Hector, will mercilessly test reality.