There are three things, it’s been said, that a man cannot understand:

That which he thinks he already knows.

That which he’d prefer to judge.

And that which his paycheck depends on not knowing.

You think you know what money is.

You’ve used it all your life.

But you never asked why or how

a particular money may emerge, predominate,

and shape an economy.

You think you know, so you cannot understand.

You might rather mock than question,

dismiss than inquire—

for inquiry costs pride,

and pride clings tighter than

a longing for truth.

And if understanding meant letting go of the hand that feeds you,

would you still reach for it?

Would you continue seeking,

risking the discovery of a need to change?

It’s been said there are three hard things:

Diamonds. Steel.

And to know thyself.

Can you see yourself?

It’s quite hard.

But only you know what is in the way of your understanding.

We understand the world through frameworks—

puzzles we've solved and

patterns we’ve observed before.

But Bitcoin breaks the frame.

It is not a stock or a company,

neither nation nor commodity,

neither religion nor isolated, personal tool.

But you shove it into old boxes.

Call it a bubble. A scam. A toy.

Because the unknown is heavier

than ignorance comfortably worn.

It is easier to fool a man

than to convince him he’s been fooled.

And you, my brother, have been fooled.

Fooled by paper,

fooled by policy,

fooled by the priesthood of finance

that guards your cage

and calls it peace.

Upon acknowledging this,

You must then ask,

“Have I fooled myself?”

And yet, you will not listen.

But time—time will teach you.

True, these ideas may not yet be fashionable.

But remember, my friend, that “the long habit

of not thinking a thing wrong,

gives it a superficial appearance of being right.

and raises at first a formidable outcry

in defense of custom.

But the tumult soon subsides.

Time makes more converts than reason.”

And Bitcoin is patient.

It will wait

while the truth settles quietly

into the ruins of your chosen ignorance.