As long as systemic risk hangs over every market like a storm you can smell before you see, I’ll keep stacking spot Bitcoin. My stack isn’t loud, but it’s immovable; you can’t flush out someone who already made peace with volatility, bub.

Fear has a way of refining people; stacking through it doesn’t just build positions, it forges legends.

Wall Street’s adoption has been mostly a carry trade dressed up as conviction. Maybe they learn something from this cycle. Maybe we do.

ETF inflows and outflows look like tides, but they’re driven by basis trade math more than belief. Bitcoin’s real signal still comes from the hands willing to hold without a hedge, without an exit plan, without a leash.