i miss the REAL Satoshi
the str8 cypherpunk Satoshi
the designer of Script Satoshi
the pro open source Satoshi
i hate the fake satoshi 👿
the bad mood Faketoshi
the always rude Faketoshi
spaz in the news Faketoshi!
i miss the chill Satoshi
chop up some code Satoshi
— Olaoluwa Osuntokun (@roasbeef) November 25, 2017
To Bit, or not to Bit: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fiat distortions,
Or to take arms against a sea of endless bubbles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sweep;
No more; and by a sweep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand Wall Street schtupps
That insolvent flesh is heir to, ’tis a conflagration
Devoutly to be dish’d. To die, to sweep;
To sweep: perchance to scream: ay, there’s the hubub;
For aft that sweep of bankster dregs what new reams may come?
When we have shuffled off the immoral coinage,
Must give us pause: there’s the hazard of moral neglect
That makes insanity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of fiat debasement ,
The oppressor’s wrong, the borrowing idtot’s contumely,
The pangs of despised austerity, the law of gravity’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That impatient murmur of money changing snakes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a Benjamin Bernankin? who would QE fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life of indebtured servitude,
But that the dread of something after redemption prior to maturity,
The undiscovered monetary wasteland from whose bourn
No asset returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those monetary ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not much of?
Thus risk avoidance does make cowards of us all;
And thus the creative hue of fiscal revolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of doubt,
And genius enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard alternative currencies turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
And now the Bit Coin hysteria!…
While Banksta pimps ‘r in thy orfices
Be all our financial sins remember’d.
Master: today I will teach you Satoshi nature?
Novice: what is Satoshi nature?
Master: STOP PRESSURING ME!
If a proof of work is submitted and validated by only one Byzantine general, is it a proof of work?
Novice: how does Bitcoin prevent against double spend? Master: trust is the foundation of Bitcoin, and also base64 and stuff.
If you meet the Satoshi, kill him.
If you find Satoshi Nakamoto on the road, kill him.
Those who live by the cryptographic proof die by the cryptographic proof
A monk asked Satoshi: “Why do you not sign a challenge msg?”
Satoshi answered: “signing proves nothing!”
The monk was enlightened
“What is a hash?”
The Master poured an urn of rice onto the floor and left the room.
The novice picked up each grain by hand.
When novice put the last grain of rice in the urn, he sought out Master to prove his work.
Master shook his head no. “Again.”
“Another monk was faster,” the Master said, as novice began collecting rice again.
“Now there are more monks and a larger urn.”
Master: everything has Bitcoin nature, permanent, stable, immutable
Novice: even MtGox?
Master: this ends the lesson for today
When you can snatch the coin from the first block, only then will you achieve Satoshi.
Master: I am Satoshi
Novice: Teach me, Satoshi
The Master struck the novice with a stick, for he had trusted without verifying.
Novice: why did you hire a PR company to arrange press interviews?
Master: please respect my privacy during this difficult time
Novice: Is it the wind moving the boat, or the boat moving the wind?
Master: Neither, for it is the blockchain moving all things
“What is the meaning of blockchain”,
Satoshi replied: “Three tons of alpaca socks”
Find the greatest cumulative difficulty and you will have found the one truth
It is pointless trying to know where the chain leads. Think only of the first hash. The rest will come.
What is the sound of one wallet transacting?
“Of what use is it to discuss how Satoshi became Satoshi?” asked Shinkan.
“The question is how you yourself can become Satoshi.”
Emin Gün Sirer
If a BIP offers nothing to improve bitcoin, should it still be called a BIP?
Sometimes the strongest arms are dealt the weakest hands.
Altcoins: A fool and his bitcoin are soon parted
The universe is balanced, for there are no genesis blocks born of stones.
Preston J. Byrne
Student: I have achieved BTC enlightenment.
Master: How do you feel?
Student: As miserable as ever.
The DAO is empty. — Dao de Jing, late 4th century B.C.
Konrad S. Graf
Does a blockhain have Satoshi-nature or not?
A bit of coin becomes a mirror cracked
By love of fame or greed or complex math
It is a puzzle why some care so much
For crypto cash not euro, yen, or pounds
They say that money talks or maybe whispers
I stand outside that chatting class of hipsters
Who knew a piggy bank imprisoned more
Than just my hopes for burgers and some slaw
I learn that it is fiat that I hold
A central bank in charge of all I buy
The legal tender issued by a state
How déclassé and even reprobate
Alternatives appear in digital
A universe of block chains built upon
An algorithm so complex to solve
You need a private key and public too
A miner will create your currency
A wallet now allows a shopping spree
These coins are not so easily exchanged
As carefree shows a different face which scowls
And Mt.Gox loses virtue and reward
Eight hundred thousand coins and more are gone
So bankruptcy without a bank we learn
Brings tears but no insurance in return
Each day the mounting mystery accretes
When Mister Nakamoto wants his lunch
A high-speed chase in movieland L.A.
Brings drama or perhaps its comedy
A pseudonym’s disguise to be resolved
Satoshi’s fate may Dorian absolve
Next reparations are proposed online
Munificence crowd sourced for damage done
Betrayal trounced with generosity
A white flag waves for anonymity
Or is it just publicity for free?
The scent of scam now overpowers me
The mirror‘s crack reflects my countenance
A smile across my face as I discern
Those bits of coins are not the prize at all
The payments system is the lasting gift
Ignored because we need some time to sift
The chaff of coins from platforms that will lift
Who said necessity is mother’s womb
Invention it turns out is born of whim