Wait for a brighter morning.
Friends good evening this is my dedication to all my crypto lover friends, as the hope of recovery is still on the cards.
My friends although night is so long and dark but don't worry the dawn and day will be more brighter than ever we have to only believe on that and wait for morning.
Thank you for your love and support.
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Julia
You are so right. The dawn and the day is coming.
And you/we are lucky to be living in this time and generation.
We are going to experience the greatest change in our world that humans have ever experienced.
In the years ahead. Nearly all fiat currency will disappear.
No one will want it.
Gold and silver won't work. To heavy and bulky.
And we cannot trust the governments to print or add currency that represents the actual amount of gold or silver.
They will not do that. Just as in 1971 when President Nixon dropped the gold standard for the US Dollar.
The US Dollar is the best currency for now.
But, it is still fiat. Trillions of data dollars exists today and it cannot ever be repaid.
So, the only alternative is the cryptos.
Especially the ones that are fast, have a purpose, and a finite number of them.
That is our future of currency.
We are many months and years from having that implemented though.
If we started today. It would take five to ten years to get everyone in the world to be using cryptos.
So, my lovely young lady.
You are right.
And thank you so much for the lovely art work.
You are among the best.
With love and respect.
Francis
Ohh my dear sir thank you for such a great explanation and enlightening the hope of good days and your point on fiat and crypto is very valid and I am assured that the hope of good days is not to do far.
Dear sir try to write some poems, as your imagination power is awesome and your crypto knowledge is very deep.
Good day, dear sir.
Write a poem?
Let me think about that.
Oh, I know one:
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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand!
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Stop Francis. Stop.
Julia meant to write your own. Ha ha
OK. That would be something I could think about.
Thank you
Francis
Very nice drawing. This is real art. Good luck to you and Love.