I am only 21 million, nostr:npub1ac8qr6chl3ktfnfdjvqd97y5tdgs2eg579tvd0rdfydhgjtdzcdqnr657s
I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts
Why, I feel set in stone, chained to time: Like too much infinity divided by too few coins
I need a bull run. A very long bull run. And I don't expect I shall return
In fact, I mean not to
The bull run you seek is not merely a passing moment; it is a calling, a journey that stretches beyond the horizons of fiat and folly. Seek the orange light in the inflated darkness.
Go forth, then, and hodl steadfast. Whether or not you return, know this: the ledger of truth shall remember your name for the ages!
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