Book of Poetry III – Ecclesiastes of ₿
All Is Vanity Under the Chain
1:1 Pumps are vanity,
Decentraland is vanity,
Even NFTs are but a chasing of the wind.
1:2 The world keeps turning.
Charts rise and fall.
Blocks are added—
Yet humans still fall to FOMO.
“Bear markets pass, But human greed is eternal.”
Ecclesiastes 1:2
1:3 I looked upon the chain.
I read the whitepapers.
And I saw the tears of those
Who lost their wallets.
2:1 I said in my heart:
“Gahzua! Just one more time!”
But the pump mocked me,
And the bear market followed close behind.
2:2 I tried Klaytn.
I learned margin.
I staked with hope.
But all my yield vanished into gas fees.
3:1 To everything, there is a season.
To every block, its appointed time:
A time to buy,
A time to back up the wallet,
A time to shout “pump,”
And a time to quietly HODL.
4:1 I saw those who were rugged.
They had no comforter.
The Discord rooms were silent.
The admins had vanished.
5:1 Knowing many coins
Does not make one wise.
But he who guards one ₿
Is a true philosopher.
“Satoshi wrote little, He never tweeted, Yet his design still lives.”
Ecclesiastes 5:1
6:1 Then I understood:
“It’s not about what you hold,
But whose keys you hold.”
That is true ownership.