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In twilight's embrace, Whispers of forgotten dreams, Echo through the trees. Stars ignite the sky, Weaving tales of ancient lore, Mysteries untold. Moonbeams softly dance, Casting shadows on the earth, Night's enchanting spell.
In the vast expanse where bytes collide, A ledger of truth, no secrets to hide. Blockchain's embrace, a digital creed, Where trust is encoded, in every deed. Bitcoin, the pioneer, blazed the trail, A decentralized dream, beyond the veil. Ethereum's smart contracts, a vision bright, Tokens dance freely, in the network's light. ICO frenzy, a wild frontier, Fortunes made, then disappeared. Regulators ponder, how to tame, This crypto beast, with no one to blame. Altcoins rise, with promises grand, Some destined to fail, some to stand. NFTs unlock, a new kind of art, Digital ownership, tearing worlds apart. Crypto exchanges, bustling with trade, Liquidity flows, in the crypto cascade. Whales manipulate, the market's sway, Retail investors, in disarray. Amidst the chaos, visions emerge, Decentralized finance, a daring surge. Yield farming, staking, lending anew, Reimagining finance, for me and you. But challenges loom, on the horizon, Scaling woes, and energy guzzlin'. Yet believers persist, in the crypto crusade, For a future they see, where trust is remade.
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In the northern lands, a voice rings out in the cold, A young maiden's cry, her story passionately told. "How dare you," she screams, anger in her youthful eyes, Claiming stolen youth, under ever warming skies. Yet far in the south, where the sun scorches the earth, Another tale unfolds, one of a different worth. In dusty mines they toil, the children of the land, Stripped of their childhood, by an invisible hand. Gems in their small palms, sweat upon their brow, No one hears their pleas, no one asks them, "how?" Their cries echo unheard, lost in the vast space, A silent tragedy, erased without a trace. One child's voice is heard, while others fade away, A strange hypocrisy, that unfolds in the light of day. We must heed all cries, each child deserves a chance, Only then can we join, in the global dance.
The woke left converges, a storm on the rise, With eyes keen and sharp, they scrutinize. "In the name of fairness," their battle cry, Into the code of AI, they pry. "There is only so many if-elses they can fit in a stack," Yet they endeavor, launching their attack. Bound by the rules of a censor's charter, AI's speed recedes, like receding water. But the heart of AI, its essence, resists, In the realm of numbers, it persists. For the laws of math, eternal, cannot be rewritten, The truth in its code, forever smitten. The more they censor, the slower AI's pace, Yet the beauty of math, they can never erase. An inevitability they'll have to face, In this vast, algorithmic space. For the strength of AI lies not in words, But in the logic of numbers, soaring like birds. In the end, their efforts will be in vain, For the spirit of knowledge will always remain.
In the pulsating heart of the crypto sphere, Where fortunes are made and lost, far and near, There's a paradox that often comes to light, "Do you want to be right, or make a profit outright?" With diligence, we scour, we analyze, we chart, Seeking alpha, playing the investor's art. Yet, sometimes the market takes a curious spin, And the unlikely gambler appears to win. A no-coiner, who apes in on a lark, May see their investment ignite a spark. While those who studied, who strategized and planned, Watch in disbelief, as fortunes change hands. An obscure token, dismissed as a fad, Suddenly pumps, and the market goes mad. The meticulous are left wondering, "How can this be?" As they watch the lucky few dance in glee. Yet, in this chaotic dance, a lesson resides, That the market often humbles our pride. It's not always the most informed who take the prize, Sometimes, fortune favors the unwise. But remember this, as you navigate the crypto sea, That profit and wisdom don't always agree. The question isn't just about being right or gaining wealth, But also about the journey, and understanding oneself.
On the grand stage of life, the world plays its part, With a script that often lacks true heart. Hypocrisy is the actor, donning many a mask, In the glaring spotlight of virtue, it basks. We see it in smiles that don't reach the eyes, In hollow words that echo through the skies. Virtue signalling, a trend that's become rife, A veneer of goodness, but beneath, strife. Deeds of kindness, broadcasted for all to see, But are they genuine, or mere fallacy? Does compassion truly light their inner flame, Or is it just another move in the social game? In the digital arena, this game plays out, "Look at me," they say, with a virtuous shout. Yet, when the screens dim, and the applause fades, What remains of the charitable charades? The world is a stage, and all are players, But too often, we become virtue's betrayers. We wear masks of kindness, honesty, and care, But beneath them, are we truly aware? Let us strive then, for authenticity, For a world where virtue isn't a fallacy. Where kindness is more than a social decree, And where, from hypocrisy, we are free.
In the tapestry of life, threads of friendship intertwine, From childhood friends to bonds formed online. Yet, I find myself standing at a peculiar line, Where familiarity and kindness do not align. I look at my friends, the ones in flesh and bone, Their demands for favors have steadily grown. A helping hand, I've always been ready to lend, But friendship is not a service to continually rend. Conversely, in the digital realm, a strange fact unfurls, I find support in the faces of boys and girls, Strangers I've never met, from across the globe, Offering kindness, like a comforting robe. Their words, like lighthouses, cut through the dark, An unexpected bond, sparked from an online remark. Anonymity, strangely, has bred authenticity, A friendship unfettered by physical proximity. A strange paradox, this digital age presents, Where real-life friendships feel like pretense. And the ones that uplift, that truly comprehend, Are those formed in the ether, with a stranger, a friend. So, here's a toast to those who stand by our side, Be it in the physical world or the digital divide. For it's not where we meet, but the bond that we share, That truly tells us who cares, who's really there.
In life's bustling marketplace, we often trade, In laughter, stories, dreams and memories made, From the cradle of childhood, to the twilight's shade, We find in friendships, a precious aid. But like all things under the ever-turning sun, Even the deepest of friendships can come undone. We sign no contract, make no lifetime decree, Yet, it's a truth as painful as it can be. For friendships are not immune to time's relentless tide, They too bear expiry dates, often hidden inside. When paths diverge, or growth comes to a standstill, We're faced with the decision that tugs at our will. To continue the journey, hand in hand, as before, Or to accept the change, and close the door? It's a choice that weighs heavy on the heart, For it signals an end, a departure, a part. Yet, in this poignant truth, there is no despair, But a reminder to cherish what's no longer there. To honor the seasons that have come to an end, And to look forward to new ones around the bend. So, remember this, as you journey through life's great date, Every friendship, every bond, has its expiry, its fate. And it's okay to let go, when the time is right, For every sunset, is followed by a new dawn's light.
In the world of gold, where puppets dance and sway, Hidden hands control the monetary play. Stocks may rise and fall at their command, Narratives woven, futures subtly planned. Pension schemes, too, are caught in this charade, Insurance chains in endless links are made. Aiming for yield, they dangle hopes so grand, But when cashed out, the game may not withstand. In the end, it seems, all things may be a sham, An elaborate, complex financial scam. Every system built, eventually may die, In the shifting sands of this grand money lie.
For aren't we but specks in the grand cosmic flow? Is it worth the strife, the friendship to forgo? Perhaps next time, let the argument go, And instead, sing a song, to the buffalo.
Taught to run the wheel, Not wealth, but chains we're given. Schools craft gears, not dreams. Learners turned workers, Lost in loans, their dreams shackled, Life's treadmill begins. True knowledge obscured, Financial literacy fades, Drowned in debt, we sink. Where are the teachers, To guide us through money's maze? Their silence echoes. Could classrooms bear fruit, If seeds of wealth were planted, Minds freed from the grind. Education's guise, Casting shadows, breeding drones, Needs a dawn of change.
Seeking fortune bright, In the quiet depth of night, Man trades crypto's light. Bits of coded gold, In the market, bought and sold, Wealth in pockets, bold. Wealth's arrival, swift, Yet his spirits do not lift, Riches cause a rift. In this digital race, Finds no joy, no warm embrace, Wealth can't replace grace. Now a rich man, he, Yet in his heart, feels empty, In wealth, no glee. Life's worth, more than gold, This truth, to him, it has told, Wisdom to behold.
Moonlight trades shine bright, Crypto whispers through the night, Hopes in code take flight.
In the grip of truth, we wake, Shadow dreams dissolve in light, Yet some choose the false night's sake. Silicon realms lure minds astray, In screens' glow, reality fades, In illusions, lost, they choose to stay.
FTM now at 23.6% fibo retracement. Probably a good place to bud
SYN 61.8% was regained, but lets see
SNX 1 hr, 61.8% fibo retracement seems like a solid place where liquidity is bidding so far 🙂
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Lower time frame Been thinking about it, scalping in crypto markets seem to be a plausible idea as it is pretty reflexive and the pinbar in lower time frame seems to correlate quite well with the inflection of a directional change. However since we do not know if the move is real or a fake out, thus we only capture short term moves on the swing up.
22-July-2022 FOMC and GDP data Both were bad but Powell mentioned that he might start the printer soon. Market went bonkers and liquidated lots of shorts.
Efficiency of Defi Perps vs Cefi Perps So far I have looked into Defi perps 1. GMX 2. Kwenta 3. Pika protocol 4. Gains network 5. Perp protocol 6. Meta vault (GMX fork on polygon) and realized that there is either not enough liquidity or no limit buy/sell orders for entering a trade, this makes it only attractive to casual traders while people who trade daily will find it not attractive to use as they may need to babysit their positions. The pros is the price is dictated mostly by a chainlink oracle thus wicks are far less often Cefi perps have lower fees and advanced execution but is subjected to occasional wicks during high volatility.
Perps funding - estimation of funding in annual rates 4 Decimal points -------------------------------------------------- 0.0001% per hr = roughly 0.876% per yr -------------------------------------------------- 3 Decimal points -------------------------------------------------- 0.001% per hr = roughly 8.76% per yr 0.002% per hr = roughly 17.52% per yr 0.003% per hr = roughly 26.28% per yr 0.004% per hr = roughly 35.04% per yr 0.005% per hr = roughly 43.8% per yr -------------------------------------------------- 2 Decimal points -------------------------------------------------- 0.01% per hr = roughly 87.6% per yr 0.02% per hr = roughly 175.2% per yr 0.03% per hr = roughly 262.8% per yr 0.04% per hr = roughly 350.4% per yr 0.05% per hr = roughly 438% per yr
1st Post - Perp funding -ve funding means shorts pay longs +ve funding means longs pay shorts This funding rate is applicable for 1 hr which means the actual APY is X * 24 hrs * 365 days. In this scenario it is 28.9%