One cannot help but ponder the Faustian bargain forged ‘twixt man and machine, commenced in that balmy summer of ancient BTC lore, when Strategy, in its infinite wisdom-or blindness-devoted nigh $47.4 billion to this spectral hoard. And what doth it yield, in this carnival of volatility? The USD shadow of their crypto epiphany swells to over $71 billion, bestowing upon them a phantom profit of nearly $24 billion, paper-thin and ethereal as a saint’s halo! Yet, in the theater of tragedy, the firm’s stocks-for they too bleed red-have plummeted southward, from pinnacles above $450 in those halcyon days, to a mere $289, a 13% descent in thirty miserly rotations of the earth. Sarcasm drips like bitter nectar: “To hold forever,” they cry, but dear Saylor, doth thou not tremble at the soul’s ledger? 😂 This is no yield of redemption, but a dance with chaos, where greed whispers sweet nothings and bankruptcy lurks like a jilted lover. Beware, for even Dostoevsky knew the underground man laughs aloud at such financial fits! 🙃💸