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RE: There Is No Value in Crypto nor Money
@themarkymark has long since told me that it's impossibly hard to create value out of thin air. His concept being that when you create a token and people buy it, then you have to make it valuable.
What I said it is it is virtually impossible to create value for free. Which is what most of these tokens are trying to do. Creating value is easy, I can give you a piece of paper and say if you give it back to me, I'll wash your car. It's the cost factor that's the real problem, creating value in a vacuum is easy.
I think you missed the point I was trying to make at the time.
Creating value in a sustainable way is far more difficult without becoming a salesforce. You create value sustainable, tokens will sell themselves. No one here has figured it out, because it is virtually impossible as I originally said. 90% of Hive Engine tokens just package curation rewards (the only thing valuable here) in some way or another.
Hmm, perhaps I did!
It's weird no-one has figured out the intense value in writing yet.
That some people do it for free on WordPress and yet here it's more like extraction rather than value added.
Perhaps you see where I'm going with this -- maybe not.
Time will tell old friend :)
There is little value to most people seeing pictures of people's flowers in their backyard or how they upvoted four people today. Even the "quality" content has little to no value unless it solves a problem for someone. With AI at everyone's finger tip, they can just ask for anything they want.
Here's a short story about Reginald the Osterich who is on vacation in Jamiaca.
Reginald, a lanky ostrich from the dusty savannas, decided it was time for a break from sprinting across plains. He booked a ticket to Jamaica, dreaming of sandy beaches and reggae beats. Landing in Montego Bay, he strutted off the plane, his long neck craning to take in the vibrant island. The locals, amused by his towering presence, greeted him with warm smiles and offered him a coconut, which he pecked at curiously. Determined to blend in, Reginald swapped his usual dusty shuffle for a swaying waddle to the rhythm of a nearby steel drum band. By sunset, he was lounging on Negril’s Seven Mile Beach, feathers ruffled by the sea breeze, sipping a mango smoothie (no rum, of course—ostriches don’t indulge). His heart raced with joy, not from running, but from the island’s infectious vibe.
The next day, Reginald ventured into the Blue Mountains, his gangly legs navigating the lush trails with surprising grace. A local guide, chuckling at the sight of an ostrich among coffee plants, taught him about Jamaica’s famous Blue Mountain beans. Reginald, ever the curious bird, nibbled a berry, only to spit it out in a flurry of feathers—coffee wasn’t his thing. Instead, he found bliss splashing in a hidden waterfall, his head bobbing to an imagined reggae tune. As he gazed at the misty peaks, Reginald felt a pang of freedom he’d never known back home. Jamaica, with its colors, sounds, and laid-back spirit, had stolen his heart. He vowed to return, maybe even bring his flock next time to show them life beyond the savanna.
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