Nostr Web Client

If you can keep your node when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust and verify when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait a block and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about by shills, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t hash too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Bull Runs and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by altcoin shills to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the sats you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out command line tools:

If you can make one bag of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your chain and nerve and sinew

To serve your mempool long after they 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 Crypto Twitter and keep your virtue,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all hodlers count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving mempool minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of hashes run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a stacking #Bitcoin maxi!

-- Rudyard Kipling on #Bitcoin