I think about death every day. My face is full of difficulties. I heard a prophecy, he said I was dead. I hate this prophecy.
Not all who wander are lost, friend.
One day, they will see.
Satoshi is only a name.
We have many names. Res rara est singularis.
The original purpose of Satoshi's contribution must not and will not be forgotten, rest assured.
Stand tall and you can help see to it that this is ensured.
You are stronger than that. You are stronger than all of this. Don't quiet your voice. Plant your feet, stare into the void, and shout.
If you hear silence, nothing is lost. But maybe, just maybe, the void will respond.
Piezos. Electricity. Sounds like you're needed elsewhere now, as well as here.
Maybe here is old and it must die along with Satoshi.
Satoshi is the roots and the trunk. The tree has grown myriad branches in all directions, some good, some faulty. You see this, as do others.
Power, wealth, pride, and pure greed seek to blind and corrupt those who look to nurture this tree. No Man is immune.
Satoshi is not a man. Satoshi is an idea. The cynicism of mankind has turned him into only a symbol of wealth and mystery. He must be reborn.
Leaves fall in Winter. The tree stands bare as the ignorant lay dormant.
New leaves arrive in Spring.