[ A little piece of fiction ]
He woke up. That is to say, his brain started to recover from a half-finished dream into the solid cold reality of a late winter on the long island.
He looked out of the window. There was nothing. The same white and woody appearance of the neighborhood that had set in from last couple of months.
Last night he had slept late with thoughts of Bitcoin in his head. He was thrilled, that now he could create something that is truly private to himself, which has a value, and which will stay with him forever, no matter where he goes in the universe and which jurisdiction has control over him.
If he dies with those private keys in his head, that value was gone forever. Such a beautiful thought!
He felt as if he is back to medieval times with a piece of Gold hidden somewhere in the woods in the ground. This was better than that, as there was no Gold and instead of remoteness of some place, now he relied on depths of his memory to hold that value.
Nobody will ever ever know how many Bitcoins he has, not even his own children, no significant-others, no governments. What an ultimate and benign selfishness that Bitcoin is?! Phew! He felt as if he is on a high, as he blasted his way through a frosty expressway out of New York playing equally upbeat music.
Was Bitcoin the proverbial triumph of the nerds? 'Yes', he thought. They were sucking the economic juice of the world and replacing it in a parallel economy of their own with truer value.