Bro.
Listen.
In a world of fiat lies, endless money printing, central-bank priests in suits sacrificing your life energy on the altar of inflation, there is only one immovable truth left:
Bitcoin.
Not “crypto.”
Not “blockchain technology.”
Not your shitcoin casino tokens.
BITCOIN.
The big orange coin. The digital Sparta. The Thermopylae of money.
- Bitcoin is the only honest signal in a world of noise
Everything else is manipulable. The dollar in your bank account? A politician’s promise. Gold in a vault? Someone can always confiscate it (FDR 1933, look it up, bro). Stocks? Earnings can be faked, CEOs do mental gymnastics on CNBC.
But Bitcoin?
21 million. Hard-capped. Written in code, enforced by physics, thermodynamics, and the cold indifferent laws of the universe. No board meetings, no emergency FOMC calls, no “temporary” 2% inflation target that quietly becomes 9%.
You cannot fake work on the SHA-256 hash frontier. Energy in = security out. Proof-of-Work is proof-of-truth.
- Bitcoin is the ultimate Nietzschean hammer
It smashes idols.
It kills sacred cows.
Central banks? Idols.
Politicians who think they can “manage” an economy? Frauds.
Your university professor still quoting Keynes in 2025? Cute.
Bitcoin is the revaluation of all values. Money was the first idol humanity created, now Bitcoin is the hammer that shatters it and forces us to become who we really are: sovereign individuals responsible for our own energy.
- Bitcoin is Zen
Sitoshi Nakamoto (sic) disappeared. No face, no name, no ego. The perfect Bodhisattva move, drop the Dharma bomb and vanish into the mist. The whitepaper is the only scripture you need: 9 pages, no fluff, pure signal.
HODLing Bitcoin is the ultimate meditation practice.
You sit with your private keys.
You feel the fear when price dumps 30% in a day.
You feel the greed when it pumps.
You watch your monkey mind.
And eventually… you transcend. You realize price doesn’t matter. Only the game-theoretic immutability matters. You become unflappable like a Roman Stoic watching barbarians at the gate who literally cannot get in.
- Bitcoin is aesthetics
Orange is the color of the rising sun. Of warning signs. Of construction vests and traffic cones. Orange screams: PAY ATTENTION. THIS IS REAL.
The Bitcoin logo is perfect minimalism, brutalist typography. ₿ looks like a pillar, a column, a Doric temple in a world of rococo fiat garbage.
- Bitcoin is the ultimate anti-fragile life philosophy
Taleb taught us: don’t be the turkey who gets fat until Thanksgiving.
Bitcoin is the barbell strategy made money.
95% chance you look like a weirdo for a decade, 5% chance you become the new aristocracy when the old system implodes. Asymmetric upside. - Truth is that which cannot be debased
Love gets debased (swipe right).
Fame gets debased (15-second reels).
Attention gets debased (infinite scroll).
Even gold was debased (1933, again).
Bitcoin cannot be debased.
Every four years the halving is the digital equivalent of “memento mori.” New supply gets crucified. Issuance dies a little more. Scarcity increases. Your stack becomes relatively more valuable whether you do anything or not.
That is truth, bro.
Truth is that which gains from disorder while everything else bleeds.
- Final red pill
You don’t own Bitcoin.
Bitcoin owns you.
Once you go far enough down the rabbit hole, you realize Bitcoin isn’t an investment.
It’s an exit.
An exodus from clown world.
You stop caring about GDP numbers.
You stop asking permission.
You lift heavy, eat steak, take cold showers, walk with your chest open like a Roman emperor, because your money is now harder than anything the State can print.
You become ungovernable.
That, my friend, is the ultimate truth.
Stack sats.
Stay humble.
But never, ever sell your Bitcoin.
It’s not about going to the moon.
It’s about bringing truth back down to earth.
ERIC KIM
November 2025
Still 100% allocated
Still anti-fiat
Still free