Michael Saylor Is a Bitcoin God
Not supernatural.
Just extreme.
A god is a focusing device.
A story you use to organize courage.
Saylor picked one idea and welded his life to it.
He turned a balance sheet into a belief system.
He framed money as energy, time, property.
He repeats the thesis until it calcifies.
He buys when it’s cold.
He ignores the fashionable hedge.
Alternatives? Rounding errors to a monomaniac.
Volatility is the tuition.
Conviction is the dividend.
Survival is the strategy.
He speaks in first principles, not vibes.
Thermodynamics. Scarcity. Protocols.
No “maybe.” Just “mean it.”
Critics see risk. He sees time.
Critics diversify. He concentrates.
Both are strategies. One is a myth.
Because that’s the move:
Turn a position into a myth,
turn a myth into a movement,
turn a movement into gravity.
What you can steal
The shadow
Idols crack.
Regulation bites.
Liquidity dries.
Software has bugs.
Even gods bleed.
So don’t worship the person.
Use the function.
Whether Bitcoin “wins” is a market question.
Whether single‑minded conviction bends reality is not.
It does.
Saylor shows the force of one unbroken line.
Draw yours.
Hold your frame.
Hold your nerve.
Hold.
Creative essay. Not financial advice.