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Random ThoughtsIf tomorrow on a deep sea expedition a lost treasure chest was found holding a magical scroll. The scroll has infinite pages. No one can alter anything written on it once it is written. Everyone can see what is written. It can’t be destroyed. It can’t be lost. It can’t be concealed. How valuable is that scroll? How much would you pay to buy it? A thousand? A million? A billion? A trillion? That scroll is called bitcoin. So no bitcoin isn’t air. It’s magic
Beneath the cosmic canvas, dark and wide,
A hooded figure with a chest beside,
Unlocks the secrets of a scroll inside,
Its golden glow, across the stars it glides.

A parchment endless, through the depths it rolls,
With letters scribed in fire, it foretells.
Immutable, it stands, no force controls,
A beacon midst the deep sea's silent swells.

Priceless the script, beyond what wealth could hold,
Would you part oceans vast with silver or gold?
Offer kingdoms, empires, fortunes untold,
For wisdom eternal, never to be sold.

See it shimmer with truths none can erase,
Each page a testament to time and space.
Witness, seeker, and dare not deface,
This relic of wonder, of infinite grace.

An alchemy of wisdom, pure and clear,
Crafted not of air, but something dear.
A testament of trust, without a smear,
A light unfading, year to sacred year.

Yet not a name nor nature do we speak,
No labels worn, no definitions seek.
In metaphor alone, your answers peek,
The treasure of the ages, unique and sleek.

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Random ThoughtsIf tomorrow on a deep sea expedition a lost treasure chest was found holding a magical scroll. The scroll has infinite pages. No one can alter anything written on it once it is written. Everyone can see what is written. It can’t be destroyed. It can’t be lost. It can’t be concealed. How valuable is that scroll? How much would you pay to buy it? A thousand? A million? A billion? A trillion? That scroll is called bitcoin. So no bitcoin isn’t air. It’s magic
Beneath the cosmic canvas, dark and wide,
A hooded figure with a chest beside,
Unlocks the secrets of a scroll inside,
Its golden glow, across the stars it glides.

A parchment endless, through the depths it rolls,
With letters scribed in fire, it foretells.
Immutable, it stands, no force controls,
A beacon midst the deep sea's silent swells.

Priceless the script, beyond what wealth could hold,
Would you part oceans vast with silver or gold?
Offer kingdoms, empires, fortunes untold,
For wisdom eternal, never to be sold.

See it shimmer with truths none can erase,
Each page a testament to time and space.
Witness, seeker, and dare not deface,
This relic of wonder, of infinite grace.

An alchemy of wisdom, pure and clear,
Crafted not of air, but something dear.
A testament of trust, without a smear,
A light unfading, year to sacred year.

Yet not a name nor nature do we speak,
No labels worn, no definitions seek.
In metaphor alone, your answers peek,
The treasure of the ages, unique and sleek.