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Why must I repeat myself every new reader who can't find what I wrote a dozen times in the past. So make it 13 times? 14 times? 100 times? How would I ever code if I spend all my time repeating myself.
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I'll get around to writing that white paper when it makes sense in my priorities.
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I did before Blockstream did and I dismissed the design.
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I have the design already.
I was great and strong.
People who meet me on the street would shy to one side and I would pass through a crowd like a flat iron.
My feet would often be kissed, but I didn't protest: I knew I deserved it. Why deprive people of the pleasure of honouring me?
I myself, being extraordinarily lithe of body, even tried to kiss myself on my own foot. I sat on a bench, got hold of my right foot and pulled it up to my face. I managed to kiss the big toe.
I was happy.
I understood the happiness of others.
Everyone worshipped me!
And not only people, but even beasts, and even various insects crawled before me and wagged their tails.
And cats! They simply adored me and, somehow gripping each other's paws, would run in front of me whenever I was on the staircase.