At nearly four in the morning I shan't be looking into the trading of crypto, but I am going to sleep on it and come back with questions. I am sure you have strategies to share that are exciting enough even for me.

The tip on the steem is most useful, because I already felt this to be the first thing to do, which should also give me enough wiggle room, right? Have to discover what the conversion rate it: maybe it gives me very little power these days. There is wise amount of steem to keep in stock you once told me....? I rember finding myself forever to low on it but I can't recall for what.

I am not after more readers, au contraire. For me a focussed audience, whether they spell out my every word or not, is helpful. Water in the desert. A casual clan very exhausting. Really Wordpress is not for me. It is one big drawer or a harddrive. I write anyway, more than I ever post in a day. What do I want to share it all for? With whom? More strangers? There has to be a purpose. Not an obvious crumb on a fishing rod, but some kind of dance floor. The clue to Steemit is - what I first found so despicable - the daily turnover. But not utterly random.

The money linked to content aspect is practically diabolical. What artist won't say that. But content can also be sacred for a day. What content can actually, like a sand mandala be brushed away without having been meaningless. Like dinnertable conversation.

The money makes for a common denominator, I and the guy on the edge of the pool listing his assets and showing us his latest Porsche are on the same boat. Going absolutely nowhere. That is fascinating for an esoteric researcher. But to do the research properly, I do often feel I have to get into wallet part of Steemit. But it's not my thing to judge and approve (vote) other people's work. It hurts the teacher in me and I'm just not soft enough to encourage the whole world.

Clearly the main problem is there is not enough and diverse influx for a community that sustains the idealism of Steemit. And the money is not getting "none the wiser". The content is not effecting a single thing except the interactions in the now: but then crazy meeting up in Bangkok.... The world's a little to mad for weary little me. This world is even madder somehow, despite or because of the very normal people here. It is not that the money is bad; it is doing something. Something odd. On many fronts. Quite simply, without the money in the middle, you and I would never have met. (I don't dive, you don't knit).

The experiment for which I was sent in (we esotericists do little out of our own accord; we follow voices within, could just be rumblings from too many strawberries) has very little to do with being read and everything with my project which is in effect a 24 hour meditation. Since this is also quite taxing, I equally share your resistance to join a tribe; as if I don't have 58 + books a month to get through as it is. I need input to have output and reacting to opinion drives me round the bend. Plus I can only do superficial-polite for so long. You are the more affable of us two.

Oh, and, I'm going to have to give it some serious thought why I might not go confruta, if you get my gist, for the wallet part. Mum's the word. It was something I meant to do from the very start, something I am used to doing, backing up, contingency plans, two points of view, incognito etc, but then content took over. But for me to split myself in two might not be possible. But it might be quieter. Surely a piece of cake for a Twin? Only have to find a way to fit 48 hours in a day.