The Sad Irony of Modern Wealth: A Dostoevskian Reflection on Bitcoin

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Ah, the peculiar spectacle of men like Robert Kiyosaki, a man who speaks of “genius” in the design of mere digital tokens-cryptocurrency, a shadow of wealth floating in the abyss of modern despair. He proclaims that Bitcoin, with its whisper of simplicity, demands no effort, no sweat, just “set and forget,” as if this ghostly asset could nourish the soul or fill the void within. How amusing it is-this obsession with effortless riches, as if salvation could be grasped so cheaply, so lazily, in the form of tiny electronic coins that dance like phantoms in the void. 🫣

Bitcoin: The Promised Land of Lazy Millionaires?

He extols it-this “No mess, no stress,” marvel of no-endeavor-yet fails to see the deeper cruelty: that triumph without effort demands a kind of existential resignation. The man whispers, “Anyone can become a millionaire,” as if the universe were so obligingly kind, so generous in its design-yet beneath this lie the shadows of greed and the empty promise that even a fool might stumble into riches, no matter how little they endure, no matter how little they understand. 💸

“I can’t believe how Bitcoin makes becoming rich so easy,” he says-ah, such simplicity! As if the soul’s salvation were a matter of clicking a button, a mere game of chance against the cosmic indifference.

And yet, he clings to the idea that this “perfect” asset requires no effort-nothing but a passive stance-while the soul, in its silent despair, yearns for meaning beyond the spectacle of digital gold. 📉

He’s made his millions in steel and risking his life-those dark, sweaty battles-only to preach now of an effortless, “digital capital,”-a fleeting shadow, not a legacy. The irony here is wretched, almost humorous, were it not so tragic.

In truth, Bitcoin-crafted by the shadowy Satoshi-rises from the abyss of human obsession, promising independence from banks, from men, from governments, yet perhaps trapping us deeper into our own delusions. Like a siren singing sweetly of wealth, it beckons, and most cherish the illusion of control, of security, in this chaotic dance of prices-fluctuating, unpredictable, mirroring the chaos of the human soul itself. 🧾

Some, like Cathie Wood and Saylor, chase this mirage, claiming it to be the safeguard against the collapsing world-an anchor in the storm. Their endeavor, as mighty as it is, reminds one of the endless struggle against the inevitable decline. Strategy’s grip on 628,791 Bitcoin-at an average price that could make one shudder-yet they clutch it as if it were a divine relic, ignoring the eternal truth: no matter how much you hoard, you still must confront the terrible gravity of mortality and loss.

Kiyosaki’s Stand: Hope or Foolishness?

And Kiyosaki-dear Kiyosaki-who, after a cursory investigation, becomes a “firm supporter,” as he says. His faith in Bitcoin does not waver in the face of plunges, dips, and the philosophical “Bitcoin August Curse,” as he fancies-an event that, perhaps, reveals only the cyclical nature of human despair. He murmurs about doubling down, as if the universe were so predictable, so kind, that his long-term faith could withstand the cold winds of reality. ⏳

This devotion-this blind hope-lies not in the currency itself but in our desperate need to cling to a promise of salvation, no matter how hollow. We chase these fleeting illusions, and in doing so, perhaps deceive ourselves into believing that wealth is redemption-yet all the while, the essential truth remains: we are mere shadows lost in a dark house, seeking light in the wrong corners.

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2025-08-06 13:45