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Why 1 Million Sats Isn’t ‘Small’
Most people still think in fiat.
They look at 1 million sats and say:
“That’s only a thousand bucks.”
“Not enough to matter.”
“Barely a start.”
But that’s fiat thinking talking.
Because 1 million sats isn’t about today.
It’s about leverage before the crowd understands what it is.
Let’s do the math:
→ Only 21 million Bitcoin will ever exist
→ That’s 2.1 quadrillion sats
→ And 1 million sats? That’s just 0.0000000476% of total supply.
Sounds tiny, until you zoom out.
Because right now:
→ Institutions are scooping supply
→ Custodians are tightening access
→ Regulation is racing ahead of retail
→ Halvings are compressing emissions
And most of the world?
Still thinks they’ve got time.
Still measuring in fiat.
Still thinking 1 million sats is “not enough”...
Until 1 million sats = $10,000.
Or $50,000.
Or something they can’t touch anymore.
Here’s the truth:
1 million sats is enough to:
→ Break the cycle
→ Store value outside the system
→ Leave a legacy no central bank can rewrite
It’s not a bet.
It’s a message.
A message to yourself, and the future, that you moved before the door closed.
So if you’re hesitating because it “doesn’t feel like much”...
Good.
Because the moves that matter never feel big in the moment.
They feel early.
They feel boring.
They feel skippable.
And that’s the edge.
Stack early, stack sats.
Anarko
"Pure signal, no noise"
Credits Goes to the respective
Author ✍️/ Photographer📸
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Why 1 Million Sats Isn’t ‘Small’
Most people still think in fiat.
They look at 1 million sats and say:
“That’s only a thousand bucks.”
“Not enough to matter.”
“Barely a start.”
But that’s fiat thinking talking.
Because 1 million sats isn’t about today.
It’s about leverage before the crowd understands what it is.
Let’s do the math:
→ Only 21 million Bitcoin will ever exist
→ That’s 2.1 quadrillion sats
→ And 1 million sats? That’s just 0.0000000476% of total supply.
Sounds tiny, until you zoom out.
Because right now:
→ Institutions are scooping supply
→ Custodians are tightening access
→ Regulation is racing ahead of retail
→ Halvings are compressing emissions
And most of the world?
Still thinks they’ve got time.
Still measuring in fiat.
Still thinking 1 million sats is “not enough”...
Until 1 million sats = $10,000.
Or $50,000.
Or something they can’t touch anymore.
Here’s the truth:
1 million sats is enough to:
→ Break the cycle
→ Store value outside the system
→ Leave a legacy no central bank can rewrite
It’s not a bet.
It’s a message.
A message to yourself, and the future, that you moved before the door closed.
So if you’re hesitating because it “doesn’t feel like much”...
Good.
Because the moves that matter never feel big in the moment.
They feel early.
They feel boring.
They feel skippable.
And that’s the edge.
Stack early, stack sats.
Anarko
"Pure signal, no noise"
Credits Goes to the respective
Author ✍️/ Photographer📸
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#JimMorrisonPoetry
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Photo by Gloria Stavers.
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A Horse With No Name
America ‧ 1971
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
After nine days, I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
"Pure signal,no noise"
Credits Goes to the respective
Author ✍️/ Photographer📸
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