Today has me thinking: am I trading at a discount to my bitcoin holdings? Do I undervalue myself the way everyone undervalues Bitcoin? Who let the sats out? Discounts all around. I still hodl with my foot on the throttle. Don’t know if I’m ahead or playing catch up; I could stack to oblivion and back. I don’t time the dips, but if they hang around, I buy them again.

Imagine being the richest man in the world. Not rich, the *richest*. Multiple companies under your empire, where even the smallest one is worth more billions than most corporations could ever dream of managing on their own. We’re talking about Elon Musk. Tesla, SpaceX, xAI, Neuralink, the whole machine. Now here’s where it gets interesting. All of Elon’s companies combined are worth roughly 69 times what Strategy is worth. Sixty-nine times. The sheer weight of that empire, the rockets, the cars, the AI, all of it dwarfs Strategy on paper. But Elon’s companies hold 36x less Bitcoin. Let that sink in. The most powerful corporate empire on the planet, and a mid-tier software company that nobody used to talk about is sitting on a mountain of Bitcoin that makes Musk’s entire portfolio look timid by comparison. I’m not sure anyone can catch Strategy. And that’s the wild part. When you look around at who *could*, the answer might only be all of Elon’s companies combined. Not one of them. All of them. And even then, it’s not guaranteed. It’s just crazy to think about. A company built on pure conviction and relentless accumulation, potentially outpacing the most diversified, most powerful business empire in human history. Is it genius? Or is it a critical error waiting to reveal itself? I guess we’ll find out. There goes my hero, watch him as he stacks.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Some might call it horrendous but honestly this dip was a necessary cleansing. Refreshing in the way truth cuts through illusion. Not that bad when you zoom out and see the bigger picture. They can keep it coming because I’m still accumulating, still building, still believing in what most can’t see yet. Bring it on. This is how conviction gets tested. Wipe the weak hands out, shake the tree until only those who truly understand remain holding the sats. The market doesn’t reward comfort. It rewards those who can sit with uncertainty and still see clearly. Bitcoin isn’t weak, it’s as fundamentally strong as ever, operating exactly as designed. It’s just on sale for those with the vision to recognize value when fear clouds everyone else’s judgment. Deep pockets don’t make strong hands. Money alone won’t carry you through the darkness. But strong hands, forged through cycles of doubt and vindication, can build wealth that transcends mere numbers. They create the kind of depth that comes from understanding something greater than price.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

When everything rips and my favorite thing dips into the abyss: I could sit there and spiral through my own stupidity, but if I’m actually dumb then pondering that becomes its own mindfuck paradox. That’s why I double down and shoot for the Oscar’s when playing whatever twisted role this simulation dealt me. I’ve never seen things as bad: only as tests of conviction, reality tunnels you either collapse in or push through. While this hasn’t been the face smash we’re used to, it’s still the ultimate stress test imo; more like psychological warfare designed to systematically erode your mind, so effective you’d wish they just beat you instead. That’s this current cycle vs the more obvious brutal priors. I’d hodl to hell and back, through inverted dimensions and collapsing realities, until hell freezes over from the absolutely freezing chill of my stack of satoshis.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Sometimes the most beautiful thing about freefall is knowing you’ve already hit terminal velocity; there’s a strange peace in the absence of acceleration, a comfort in maximum chaos. Bitcoin becoming beige isn’t death, it’s metamorphosis into wallpaper: the most successful revolutions eventually become furniture. I went numb to bitcoin, but bitcoin? Bitcoin’s going numb to everything. It’s not ignoring the world…it’s becoming the anesthetic the world forgot it was breathing. Patience isn’t the name of the game. Patience is the game, the board, the dice, and the hands that roll them. We’re not waiting for something to happen; we’re marinating in the happening itself.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​