How great is the language of the cosmos,

the silent voice that shapes all things!

Not laws imposed from above,

but truth woven into the fabric of being.

The stars trace their orbits in measured steps.

The tides rise and fall in perfect time.

The seed unfolds into the tree.

The creative force of the universe, expressed in math.

The universe does not guess—

it knows.

For every action, a counterweight.

For every gift, a cost.

No force is spent without return.

No equation remains unbalanced.

This is harmony. This is justice.

But behold the money of false rulers!

A ledger that tilts,

a weight that shifts,

a debt that grows yet is never paid.

They conjure wealth from nothing,

yet the bill arrives as ruin.

They defy the balance,

mock the reckoning,

and call it prosperity.

But the universe is not fooled.

The ledger of nature does not condone.

In the end, all false sums collapse.

A new money has risen,

not by decree,

but by proof.

It does not lie, it does not waver,

for it is expressed and bound by math,

measured in time,

calibrated like the universe itself.

Bitcoin does not cheat,

so it cannot be cheated.

It does not favor kings,

so it serves all men equally.

It does not defy nature,

so it will endure.

This is a call to those who seek truth:

Abandon the illusions.

Cease your striving against reality.

Be natural. Revere the universe.

Respect math. Use Bitcoin.