On Bitcoin

When you enter the market, you need to be calm and relaxed like the surface of an icy mountain lake. The lake hidden high among the snowy peaks, protected from any calamities and worries. Its waters are still and pure, like my brain at the moment when I look at the chart with falling price, and I don't feel pain or fear. I see an incredibly beautiful picture. I feel elated! I know this scenario, written many years ago, repeating itself again and again. It's as if Beethoven himself has written this mesmerizing music.

So I contemplate with a smile how Bitcoin is rapidly falling, proud and strong like an eagle, seeing its unwary prey. Its fall is so graceful that, if to put aside all the worries and jitters, it's possible just to get enchanted by this picture.
Look, how it swoops, determined and forceful, breaking through all levels and crashing everything on its way. And seeing this, you realize that the Lemmings are screwed.

Lemmings cannot survive this clash of life and death. They come to this meadow when everything is green and blooming, and they hope to grab as much profit as possible. But Bitcoin sees all this from above and waits. It waits while the Lemmings fill their cheeks and stomachs with weedy Ripple and useless Throne, knowing that soon those greedy animals simply won't be able to move. So now they huddle together, holding each other's hands, and sing "To the Mooon". It means; it's time. So now it's the hour of reckoning. Like a thunderbolt from the blue, spurred by the disturbing news, Bitcoin is plunging down to hit those cowardly Lemmings right in the head.

This story repeats year after year. This tragedy, which would make Great Shakespear proud, is unfolding before our eyes.
It's the last day of Pompeii.
The Lemmings flee in panic, discarding everything they piled up for so long, selling with massive losses and running with the tails between their legs to their gray and filthy burrows, screaming of some "Bubble." Cowardly, greedy creatures.

And somewhere away from this pandemonium, away from the marketplaces and laptops, tired but experienced Holders have dug in, tending to their old wounds. They know that after performing this annihilating blow at Lemmings, shedding this useless ballast, this mighty and proud Eagle will spread its wings and rise to the new heights! It will fly proudly, ascending higher and higher, breathing the heady air of freedom. It knows that it'll eventually show the world its power and beauty, and nobody will be able to stop it. Because what it brings to the world is more precious than gold. It brings the world hope. (February 1, 2018)