The two children who told of Satoshi's great find, Realized that they had put him in a bind. They meant no harm by telling the tale. Satoshi was kind. They felt they had failed. They went to his cabin the very next day Expecting Satoshi to be in dismay. Satoshi was glad to see the two boys. He offered to carve them some new wooden toys. They cried at his kindness and turned to go 'way. He was concerned, and he told them to stay. "What is it, my friends, that would cause you to cry. I won't let you leave without telling me why." "It's our fault that your stone was stolen away. We told all our friends after you left that day." "Oh, little ones, don't think of me. All that I truly love is free. Natural beauty, a meal, loved ones, a song; Life's true treasures can't be stolen for long. Even without a coin to my name, I make what I need with my hands and my brain. Money does not make a meaningful life. Believe it or not, it will often bring strife. Great piles of gold always bring dragons, Friends become scarce, and so do one's passions. A vibrant life, pure soul, and good friends, Thieves gain none of these things in the end. I sleep like a babe every night, But now Arepo must sleep with a knife. I've had no loss. In fact, my hopes doubled. It's that crimson lettering that's causing me trouble. I wrote it all down, for I love to write. I've never seen a language the like." He showed them his scroll, mostly for fun But the children could read it, either the one! "That is impossible, my young friends. I'm a master of words, and I'm at my end." "We can both read it, clear as the day Ask us in separate; we'll tell you the same." "That won't be needed, go on my friends. Tell me what's written. Please don't pretend." "This stone was enchanted by the Greatest of Mages. Passed through the gate at the top of Mount Aegis. Hidden from merchants, priests, and sages As a guide to land free from theft or invasions. It is obscure to those who would take it, Revealing itself to those able to make it. This cypher will guide you to that strange land. Pass through the gate, but leave what's in hand." Satoshi knew then that the gold he had tossed Was only a vessel for knowledge t'was lost. He set his resolve that very same day To go to this place and pass through the gate. #bitcoin #artwork #poetry #writing #nostr #bookstr #artstr #buyintoart #btc #zap #art #nostr #grownostr #zap

Then, one evening, asleep in his cabin, Something terrible began to happen. A pounding sound shook the scribe's little wood door. Out the window was someone he'd not seen before. A fierce-looking man with cold eyes like a shark, He shouted commands, his voice like a bark. "Open this door, Satoshi, the scribe. My name is Arepo. I will come inside." Satoshi opened the door and procured a blade. He was taken aback but was not afraid. "I've heard, in the village, you found a gold stone, In the east forest, near to my home. You know the truth, as well as do I. The gleaming gold stone should truly be mine. Now give it to me, or I'll break all your bones. Give it up now, and I'll leave you alone." Satoshi, the scribe, reached down to his side, Drew out the stone, and he cast it aside "The stone is mine, thief. No one would contest, But it's clear that your strength isn't something to test. The stone is now yours, but not by my choice, Now listen to wisdom and heed my voice. Theft will always lead to regret, For an object stolen is a spiritual debt. You gain my gold, but with it, a curse You can never know what it's truly worth." The man snatched the stone off the ground with such force, He shook the whole house and scared his own horse. He gazed at that crimson writing on gold, And knew the stone was some magic of old. "I have long thought that this kingdom should taper. This stone came to me because of God's favor. Our kingdom is wicked, foolish, and odd. That's how I know that this stone is from God. The people will see this, and they'll make me king. Despite what you think, I will do the right thing." Arepo noticed Satoshi's fair wife, She peeked from her hiding to observe the sharp strife. "This scribe cannot give you the life of your dreams. If you ever desire to leave and be free, Come to the castle and live with me." Arepo bowed and began to depart With the stone in his hand and hope in his heart. #bitcoin #artwork #poetry #writing #nostr #bookstr #artstr #buyintoart #btc #zap #art #nostr #grownostr #zap

A gold stone lay on the ground, And very soon, it would be found. The forest trail began to sound. A scribe en route was wandering down. A single sunbeam glanced over the stone And blinded the scribe as he thumbed through his tome. He pushed through the brush, grabbed up the stone And stared as its crimson lettering shone. The cryptic writing upon the stone Was not a language he'd ever known. The scribe was a poor man but with this new treasure He knew he could provide for his wife forever. He would have time to teach, write for himself, Help his whole village to prosper in health. Of all the dreams that welled in his chest The thought of having children seemed best. Packing the stone, he started back home But he did not know that he wasn't alone. Two boys above, sat in a tree, Silent and thrilled, they held back their glee. They hurried to town and told all their friends. Word of the stone had started to spread. #bitcoin #artwork #poetry #writing #nostr #bookstr #artstr #buyintoart #btc #zap #art #nostr #grownostr #zap

I am a father of 5 and wrote a fantasy bitcoin parable to begin teaching my children about fiat enslavement, bitcoin, and money. I genuinely believe that outside of my actual BTC stack, the greatest inheritance I will leave with my lineage is the knowledge and understanding of money. I published this parable in a paperback and realized I had made a mistake. If I publish this book, it shouldn’t be through fiat channels. For better or worse, I’ve decided to publish this parable for free on Nostr. Nostr is a place that shares my values and is one of the most important projects in the world right now. I believe in this platform, and this is my small way of contributing—link to page 1 in the comments. I’m working on a screenplay and novel of this tale, which will have plenty of interesting surprises not included in these notes, so there is much more to come. My long-term vision is to write a whole collection of parables to preserve the truths of money through stories, the same way our ancestors did. Fiat Delenda Est. #bitcoin #artwork #poetry #writing #nostr #bookstr #artstr #buyintoart #btc #zap #art #nostr #grownostr #zap