“Your keys, your koan.”
One day, you will die.
Your seed phrase will rust, burn, or be forgotten.
Your sats will move—or not.
The chain will march on.
Bitcoin Zen is the realization:
You were never the holder.
You were the witness.
The protocol doesn’t need you.
But in witnessing it—fully, silently, ruthlessly—you become unnecessary.
And that is satori.