No matter what...keep climbing, keep going..step by step. #notitle #917209

Throttled Access To Cold Storage. #917070

Open Permissionless Cypherpunk Chaos. #917051

Ludwig von Mises.

If not for cypherpunks we would be so fucked..

Today I say goodbye to my dear friend. Thank you, Mother, for always being by my side Thank you for each night and day Thank you for all you taught me I remember every word… You told me: be kind, be honest, trust people I walked out to the streets, came back smaller, weaker For good I found evil, for truth I found lies Mother, should I turn hard as stone? #916433

Gm to the beauty of life.

We take things and people for granted, and when they’re gone, the whole world comes crashing down. Only then do we realize all that we missed — things that suddenly seem so obvious in hindsight.

I want to know.

I am not lonely.

Gm

My mother passed away today...she was my best friend. R.I.P Elizabeth Kujawska Mohamed. I will miss you forever.

Woke up thinking that everything is a PsyOp. Hard to say what is what and who is who. We need Bitcoin.

The desired outcome of keeping Bitcoin censorship resistant is shared by all. Just some people are less good at understanding network game theory and untangling critical thinking vs how they would like things to work. bitcoin runs on economic game-theory, not wishful thinking. Adam Back.

In the digital age, everything is subject to deletion, censorship, or decay - except what’s etched into Bitcoin. It is the final archive of cyberspace.

Israel is a terrorist colonial state funded on terror organizations like Irgun. It is a terror state by design. Humanity slept while they were committing ethnic cleansing since Nakba 1948...now they are finishing the job with a bloody genocide in Gaza supported by US that vetoed Security Council draft resolution that would have demanded immediate, unconditional & permanent ceasefire in Gaza. This is MURDER.

"Bitcoin is simultaneously very conservative and very rebellious." Erin.

Influencers and Celebrities are the Cancer of our Societies. Period.

After nearly four years of studying Bitcoin I can say this honestly: nothing in my life — no book, no movement, no ideology — has challenged my intelligence and worldview as relentlessly as Bitcoin. Just when I think I’ve grasped the shape of it, the system reveals another seam: a new debate, a new protocol nuance, a new set of questions that push me back into research and into the long, patient work of understanding. What hooked me was simple and domestic. I was talking with my mother about gold — how for centuries people dug it out of the earth with shovels and picks, then built ever more complex machines to do it better. I asked her: in a world full of distributed computers, of global networks and proof-based work, isn’t it logical that we’d build machines to “dig” a new kind of gold? Her answer was immediate and clear: yes. We shouldn’t be digging in the ground anymore. That moment — a small, ordinary exchange — opened the door. Bitcoin began as an idea that made sense at a single glance, then unfolded into a rabbit hole of surprising depth. Consensus stopped being an abstract political word and became a question of what reality we choose to enforce. Relay policies, tolerance of minorities, the mechanics of difficulty adjustment, the fragile discipline of running your own node — all of these are not mere technicalities; they are living arguments about trust, power, and independence. Self-custody turned from a slogan into practice: cold wallets, hot wallets, BIP39 seed phrases, passphrases — each a ritual that forces you to confront responsibility. The more I learn, the more the system asks of me: to verify rather than to accept, to read rather than to repeat, to engage rather than to spectate. Bitcoin is an intellectual ecosystem that refuses simplification. It sharpens the mind because it demands humility and constant learning. It makes you suspicious of easy narratives and encourages the habit of testing claims against observable reality. And it changes the way you look at everything else — money, institutions, history, and even ordinary conversations at the kitchen table. I’m still early in this journey, and that’s the point. The learning never ends. Every new problem is an invitation: to read, to question, to argue, and — if you want to call it that — to be reborn, a little bit, by what you discover.