The past is a river already run,

Its waters beyond our reach.

No hands can shape what has flowed,

No will can turn it back.

To linger there is to grasp at shadows,

To seek life in what is already gone.

There’s no point in wallowing over missed chances,

No gain in lamenting you weren’t there sooner.

The moment to act is always now.

But the past is not lost—it is a teacher,

Its lessons carved into the foundations of today.

Each mistake, each triumph, each wound

Holds a wisdom waiting to be seen.

The atrocities of fiat, the theft, the lies,

Serve to enlighten and motivate,

To push us toward a brighter way,

Where money no longer funds the diabolical circus.

There is no going back—

Not to failed gold, nor to old ways,

For the tools of yesterday cannot build tomorrow.

We must move forward boldly,

With an innovative sound money,

Whose attributes fulfill the promise

That gold could never reliably keep.

Bitcoin is that innovation,

Sound money integrated in a technologically enabled world,

Leading humanity forward.

So let us step with courage,

Not bound by regret or resentment, but informed by it.

Not weighed down by what we’ve lost,

But lifted by what we’ve gained.

The errors of the past have given us their gifts,

And now it is ours to use them well.

To walk into the future, whole and unafraid,

Is to honor all that has come before.

Not by returning, but by creating anew,

A life, a world, a path

Where the wisdom of yesterday

Fuels the integrity of tomorrow.