Imagine hinging your conviction on the Fed’s hazy gestures instead of your own clarity; letting ambiguity steer your sentiment. That’s a different kind of risk entirely. I’d rather take unfiltered volatility over the numb drift of a slow motion unwind; at least chaos is honest about what it is. Nothing has ever quieted my hunger for Bitcoin. The experiment keeps unfolding: value created, value preserved, value reclaimed from systems that forgot what value even meant. It’s a cycle too consistent, too hard earned, to abandon on a passing whim. One man’s panic is another man’s asymmetric advantage. If this is a dip, then it’s a blessing wrapped in discomfort. I’m not resisting it; I’m harvesting it.