Somewhere in the work of checking whether Bitcoin is real, you realized you finally have something to check it against. A fixed point. A thing that does not move when powerful people need it to move. For a man who has spent his entire life measuring with a ruler that quietly stretches, the first contact with an honest measure isn’t a financial event. It’s closer to vertigo.
Once you hold one thing that cannot be faked, you start holding everything else up to the same light.
The orange pill was never about price. It puts a standard in a man’s hand, and a man with a standard cannot be governed the way he used to be.
