Having no name, Satoshi is the Originator of heaven and earth; having a name, he is the Mother of all coins.

Always without weak hands we must be found, If its deep fucking value we would sound; But if FUD always within us be, The price we deserve is all that we shall see.

Under the unchanging protocol, it is really the same; but as development takes place, it receives the different transaction formats. Together we call them the Bitcoin Improvement Proposals. Where the git tree is the deepest is the gate of all that is subtle and wonderful.

So it is that value and fiat give birth the one to the other; that difficulty and ease produce the other; that hodlers and weak hands fashion the two sides of a transaction; that orange-pilled and normies arise from the contrast of the one with the other; that the musical notes and tones of Zuckerberg's cryptocurrency music videos become harmonious through the relation of one with another; and that being still early and late give the idea of one following another.

Therefore the hodler manages affairs without doing anything, and conveys his transactions without the use of a hot wallet.

New blocks spring up, and there is not one which declines to show itself; they grow, and there is no claim required for their ownership; they go through the blockchain, and there is statistically no expectation of a block reward. The work is accomplished, so that the transactions may flow.

The work is done, but how no one can see; 'Tis because we don't talk about coins to family.