Bitcoin Poem 135

If God Designed the Perfect Money (Bitcoin Poem 135)

Me: Lord, our money is a mess. Can you fix it?
God: Sure. What do you need?
Me: Make it scarce, with a fixed supply.
God: 21 million units.
Me: Each unit divisible?
God: Down to 100 million pieces.
Me: Weightless and fast?
God: Digital. Moves at light speed.
Me: We don’t trust a central authority.
God: Everyone gets the full ledger.
Me: For everyone—no discrimination?
God: Age, beliefs, borders—it won’t matter.
Me: No permission to use?
God: None. It’s unstoppable.
Me: What about fees?
God: Extremely low fees.
Me: Can people hold it themselves?
God: With a private key—yes.
Me: Who runs it?
God: Volunteers earn new coins for securing the network.
Me: You’ve planned this?
God: Millennia of watching money fail. Now you’ve got the tech.
Me: Won’t people doubt it’s from you?
God: I’ll drop it anonymously. I’m used to being unseen.