I’ve learned four kinds of battles exist: those fought with fists, those fought with ideas, those fought with words chosen like weapons, and those fought with sound money against counterfeits.
The weight room taught me discipline. The battlefield taught me consequences. But dead men’s books taught me precision. And Bitcoin taught me that the longest war is economic.
I wasn’t raised to think deeply. I was raised to win physically. Philosophy came later, earned through hard conversations and harder lessons. Now I stack sats, run a node, and choose words the way I once chose which fights to take.
Every block mined is a vote against fiat. Every sat stacked is territory reclaimed. This isn’t a fight with guns. It’s a fight with truth against debasement, proof of work against proof of corruption.
The philosophers in my library never met me, but they shaped me more than most living men ever will. They’re gone, but their signal remains pure. No noise, no grift, just truth waiting on dusty pages.
Being a bitcoiner means understanding preparation isn’t paranoia. It’s wisdom. Being on Nostr means knowing that proof of work applies to thoughts as much as blocks. Both are battles fought in the open, with no place to hide bad ideas or debased currency.
Every war isn’t worth fighting. But the war for sound money? That one’s worth everything.
The jock I was would have swung first. The man I’m becoming knows which wars matter most.