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A fashion is spreading, a lay ritual for the initiated. The phone screen lights up, the camera frames a code. A beep, an ephemeral digital signature, and it's done: you've just paid for a coffee with a gram of digital gold. Everyone shares these videos, dazzling smiles, as if they were snapshots of a radiant future already arrived. It's a powerful message, undoubtedly. It shows the superhuman agility of the transaction, the mathematical elegance of a system that rises above rotten banks and corrupt states. It's pure propaganda, and like all effective propaganda, it hides more than it reveals. The issue, in fact, is not the gesture itself. The gesture is admirable. The issue is the conditioned reflex it creates, the lowering of defences it induces. Because you are doing exactly what you should never do with an asset of such nature: blaring it about. You are flaunting your wealth with the carefreeness of someone showing off a costume jewellery bracelet. But Bitcoin is not costume jewellery. It is a cold, hard, impersonal store of value. It is the digital equivalent of a gold bar. And you, a mad, albeit heroic, fool, take it out in a crowded square to pay for a sandwich, film the whole thing, and broadcast it to the four winds. Think, if you can, of a parallel world. A man walks into a café, orders an espresso, and pays by placing a small gold nugget on the counter. Then he takes out his phone and films the scene: the bartender's confused face, the glittering nugget, his own complacent smile. He uploads the video online. Who do you think it will attract? Not the philosophers of the economy. It will attract the vultures. The desperate, the criminals, the famished eyes scouring the digital ocean for easy prey. That video is not just a celebration of technology; it's a treasure map with your name on it. It's an invitation. The technology illusions you into thinking you are an anonymous number in a decentralised network. But you are a physical body, with a face, a home address, a family. The network is abstract; the threat knocking at your door is terribly concrete. That lightning-fast transaction from Tokyo to help a friend? Magnificent. But it's the same technology that, if not handled with the cynicism it deserves, allows a malicious person to trace back to your wallet, estimate its size, plan an assault. They don't threaten you for the cryptographic code. They kidnap you to extort that code. Mentally replace the word "Bitcoin" with "ingots". The logic doesn't change; on the contrary, it becomes more ferociously clear. This is not a call to paranoia, but to intelligence. To the aristocratic awareness that what is precious must be guarded, not displayed. The very essence of value is scarcity and security. Flaunting it is an act of profound recklessness, a betrayal of the very nature of the tool you wish to celebrate. The true adept, the true bitcoin holder, is not the one who does a digital dance around the coffee paid for in satoshis. It is the one who remains silent, who observes, who guards their financial sovereignty in absolute silence. The revolution is not filmed. It is lived, in silence, and protected with tooth and nail. 〰️ 🤍 〰️ 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

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@npub18uap...2m3g @Pam 🇸🇻 Ah, absolute silence. The most elegant and sophisticated response in the digital repertoire. Don't waste characters when cosmic emptiness communicates so much. Perhaps you're taking an advanced master's degree in 'Transcendental Communication Through the Unsaid'.