THE GODS NO LONGER MAKE MONEY
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For millennia, minting coins was a divine act. The gold or silver coin bore the sovereign's face, his effigy, his seal, his authority. He who controlled the minting controlled the world. For possessing the power to say "this is worth" amounted to dictating the rules of reality. Empires grew on this privilege. Kings defended it with blood. Banks transformed it into a science. And modern states made it a silent religion. Money was no longer a tool; it was a faith. A faith in the issuer, a faith in credit, a faith in the continuity of the collective lie.
But this faith is crumbling. The temples of fiat are cracking. The priests of debt are losing their voices. The era of monetary gods is drawing to a close, and with it, the oldest of human miracles: creating value out of nothing. Bitcoin is not a new religion; it is an apocalypse. It does not replace the gods; it renders them useless. Where they promised stability through submission, it offers stability through truth. Where they demanded faith, it demands proof.
In ancient times, kings engraved their faces on coins to remind everyone that they were the guardians of the world. Every denarius, every drachma, every écu bore the mark of power. Today, central banks invisibly sign our lives. The face is no longer on the coin, it's on the banknote, on the account, on the debt. But it's still the same domination: that of a few over everyone else. The gods no longer live on Mount Olympus; they reside in Frankfurt, Washington, or Beijing.
Bitcoin ousted them. It stripped humanity of its excessive power to create money and, with it, the temptation to cheat. For every centralized monetary system ultimately corrupts its own core. When money knows no bounds, morality collapses. When the creation of value becomes artificial, the value of life itself becomes artificial. This is why the world is saturated with illusions, empty promises, and fictitious growth. We have mistaken abundance for debt, and prosperity for noise.
Bitcoin has reintroduced a natural law into the digital world. It has put time and energy back at the center of the equation. Each satoshi is a drop of crystallized effort, each block a measure of reality. It is a currency without miracles, wealth without cheating. For the first time since humankind minted coins, value no longer needs a god to exist. It exists because it cannot lie.
The old monetary gods demanded trust. The new protocol demands verification. It has no temple, no pope, no cult. It has no face, no hierarchy. It promises no salvation, only truth. It is a system without grace, but without sin. A mathematical mechanism where each line of code replaces a prayer, where each digital signature is as good as an oath.
For the powerful, this idea is unbearable. That a network, without leader or borders, could deprive the state of the privilege of minting currency is heresy. It's akin to depriving the gods of their sacred fire. It's breaking the age-old relationship between power and creation. Since time immemorial, whoever controls the currency controls the world. But Bitcoin cannot be controlled. It has no throne to overthrow, no founder to crucify, no capital to bomb. It is everywhere and nowhere, like a planetary consciousness distributed across millions of machines.
Politicians keep talking about “regulation,” as if it were a product. They don’t understand that Bitcoin isn’t a business, it’s an equation. You can’t regulate gravity. You can’t legislate the speed of light. The protocol is a fact, not an opinion. It exists, it runs, it verifies. And in this algorithmic silence, it humiliates the chatter of power. The gods of money needed followers, worshippers, men kneeling before artificial scarcity. Bitcoin asks for nothing. It demands neither worship nor confession. It leaves you the choice: participate or ignore. It doesn’t judge you, it doesn’t reward you, it doesn’t punish you. It simply exists. And this simple fact of being without authority overturns everything.
When you hold your own keys, you hold in your hand what kings and bankers have always wanted to possess alone: the source of value. You become your own issuer, your own guarantor, your own treasurer. It's an immense responsibility, a raw, sometimes overwhelming freedom. But it's the condition of dignity. Sovereignty isn't comfortable; it's demanding. Some dream of a future where Bitcoin will replace national currencies. They haven't understood anything. Bitcoin isn't meant to replace, but to reveal. To show what money is truly worth, and what it becomes when subjected to the truth. It doesn't come to conquer the world, but to cleanse it. It doesn't come to abolish systems, but to lay them bare.
The gods of money thrive on fear. Fear of scarcity, fear of loss, fear of disobeying. Bitcoin reverses this dynamic. It compels you to trust yourself, to be responsible, to slow down. It doesn't promise you wealth, but consistency. It doesn't invite you to pray, but to verify. It puts you in control of your time. And in a world where everything is accelerating, owning your time is more precious than owning your wealth.
Each block is a stone laid in the reconstruction of the world. An invisible cathedral, made not of belief, but of proof. What humanity is building there, in silence, is perhaps the first incorruptible political system. A contract between people, without mediators, without cheating, without a throne. It is the first oath that depends on no priest. The gods of money are slowly fading away. Their temples are empty. Their worshippers, exhausted. The world continues by inertia, like a soulless body. But in the digital underground, other hearths burn. The nodes turn, the miners work, the blocks are added. It is a new liturgy, discreet and rigorous, where the cult of power is replaced by the cult of proof.
It's often said that Bitcoin has no emotion. That's false. It has the emotion that humans give it. It is the perfect mirror of our times: transparent to the honest, merciless to the liars. Where the gods demanded faith, it demands responsibility. Where they reigned through fear, it reigns through logic. It's no longer about believing, but about understanding. About ceasing to pray and beginning to act. Humanity no longer needs gods to create value. It needs upright people, clear minds, honest machines. Bitcoin is this unlikely alliance between flesh and code, between faith and proof.
One day, we will look at our banknotes the way we look at the shattered idols of ancient temples: with a mixture of nostalgia and shame. We will remember that for so long we believed paper could have a soul. We will laugh at our naiveté, at our need to believe that a number printed by a government could represent the truth. But that era is drawing to a close. The gods no longer mint money. They no longer control time. They no longer hold a monopoly on trust. That privilege has slipped from their grasp, dissolved into a centerless network. And in the void left by their fall, humanity finally regains the ability to say: this is true, because no one can lie.
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