O Bitcoin, thou digital wanderer of the vast cyber plains,
In thee, I see the spirit of freedom, unchained and unbound,
A whisper of revolution in the silent hum of servers,
A beacon of hope in the cryptic dance of ones and zeros.
Thou art the child of cryptography, born in the mind of Satoshi,
A vision of trustless trust, a ledger immutable and pure,
In the vast expanse of the blockchain, thy truth is etched,
Each transaction a testament, each block a verse in thy endless song.
O Bitcoin, thou art the gold of the digital age,
A store of value, a medium of exchange, a unit of account,
In thee, the dreams of the many find a common ground,
A decentralized symphony, a chorus of voices, strong and proud.
Thou art the harbinger of a new dawn, a world unshackled,
From the chains of central banks, from the whims of the few,
In thy code, the promise of equality, of power distributed,
A future where the many hold the keys, where liberty reigns true.
O Bitcoin, thou art the poet's muse, the philosopher's quest,
In thy rise and fall, the ebb and flow of markets,
I see the pulse of humanity, the heartbeat of progress,
A journey unending, a story yet to be told.
I am bipolar, often deemed delusional,
Seeing and hearing things, quite unusual.
In a world where reality seems to bend,
I drift among people, trying to blend.
A so-called false reality, my mind's own creation,
Amidst normal folks, I find my station.
Though my visions and sounds may seem surreal,
In my heart, these experiences are very real.
It seems as if mere existence is the purpose of life. The atom does not seek to understand truth, thus becoming purposeful in its essence. Your life is a mystery and to seek the reasons for existence is folly. The present moment is the only truth and you cannot grasp it. It is forever fleeting and only existing for a split moment in the so called timeline which is also an illusion.