They'll come to Nostr for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll get a private key, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at Damus, Plebstr and Snort as innocent as children, longing for the past.

"Of course, we won't mind if you look around," you'll say. "It's only twenty one sats per person." They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it. For it is sats they have and peace they lack.