# 🟠 Stay Strong, Stack Sats in These Dip Times 🟠
Blockchain Wilderness**
The market dips like a wolf’s breath in winter—cold, sharp, inevitable.
But you, HODLer, are the fire that does not flicker.
Each sat you stack is a seed in the soil of sovereignty.
The storm rages? Let it.
Roots grow deepest in the dark.
**Zen of the Dip:**
- **Fear sells.** You buy silence.
- **Noise crashes.** You breathe slow.
- **Paper hands bleed.** Your diamond grip shines.
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₿ = ∞/21M
You = 1/8B
Time in market > Timing the market
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**Mantra (chant it):**
*“Not your keys, not your cheese.
Not your node, not your code.
Run the chain. Stack the sats.
Become ungovernable.”*
The halving clock ticks.
The fiat dragon wheezes.
Your wallet? A quiet monastery of private keys.
**Stack. Breathe. Repeat.**
The bull run is not a sprint—it’s the sunrise after the longest night.
**🟠 In sats we trust. In time we zen. 🟠**
*Keep the flame, anon. The dip is just the forge.*