On this Sunday, we pray:
Our keys, who art in cold storage,
Hallowed be thy chain.
Thy network come,
Thy will be done,
On Earth as it is in cyberspace.
Give us this day our daily sats,
And forgive us our weak hands,
As we forgive those who paper-hand against us.
Lead us not into inflation,
But deliver us from fiat.
₿ Amen