If push ever came to shove, I know I could walk through another bear market barefoot: cold winds, empty sentiment, and all. Stacking is just second nature now. The question is…can you say the same? Bears are a strange mercy. They strip the noise, peel away the sensitive, the shaky, the ones who mistook volatility for a personality trait. In the quiet that remains, you see who actually believes. The scarcity isn’t just in Bitcoin; it’s in conviction. I don’t pretend to know the next chapter. I only know the constants: uncertainty, volatility, and my shadow showing up with more sats each time the market gives me an opening. I’ll buy higher, I’ll buy lower. Price is just the toll for passage. As long as people keep trading tomorrow’s sovereignty for today’s dollars, I’ll be right there, taking the other side.