Rudyard Kipling on #Bitcoin

If you can keep your head when all about you, Are losing theirs and blaming it on your fixed supply;

If you can stay humble when all men FUD you, But make allowance for their FUDing too;

If you can wait for 6 confirmations and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to saltiness, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream of moons—and not make moons your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet God candles and 70% drawdowns, And HODL those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth Satoshi has spoken, Twisted by shitcoiners to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build a new financial system with FOSS tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings, And risk it on one turn of 100x leveraged longing,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, To hold you private keys even after you are gone,

And so HODL on when there is nothing in you, Except the Will which says to them: “HODL on”;

If you can talk with no coiners and keep your virtue, Or walk with Whales—nor lose the plebeian touch;

If neither shitcoiners nor loving friends can hurt you; If all HODLers count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute, With sixty seconds’ worth of shitposting fun—

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—

You’ll be a Bitcoiner, my son!