By Bitcoin 雜誌 - 6 個月前 - 閱讀時間：4 分鐘
聖誕老人：關於信仰、巧克力幣和仍在沉睡的成年人
Well, well, well. It’s that time of year again in the Netherlands. Not just to celebrate the second Bitcoin Conference in Amsterdam, but also the arrival by steamboat of our red caped Saint, the Holy Man himself, patron of boats, sailors, and little children: Sinterklaas. Yes, he’s the bringer of gifts in the shoes of Dutch kids and swaps a carrot or drawing for a gold ribboned package of your deepest desire. He’s the original boss, Santa's precursor (too bad Murica), and my red pill incarnate.
回到小學，當我還「相信」的時候，是班上的孩子米奇打破了我的魔法泡沫。 他是個有趣的男孩，常常捉弄每個人。 比如說他會問你 可樂或雪碧，無論你做出什麼反應，他都會用力扭動你的手腕，讓你感受到「嘶嘶」的聲音。 和他一起玩彈珠也是一個壞主意，因為玩的時候規則會改變（對他有利），然後失去了我所有漂亮的珠子。 當然是米奇打破了我的魔咒。 我肯定不是唯一一個，因為他可能把全班都染紅了，但那天我明白了：聖誕老公公是個騙局。 我從精神錯亂中恢復過來，一位留著鬍鬚的老天主教徒在晚上騎馬穿過我們的山牆屋頂時，將免費禮物從我的煙囪裡塞了進去。
坦白說，我接受得不太好。 我對父母感到愚蠢和失望。 他們怎麼能騙我？ 我做了什麼？ 我以為我是個好孩子？ 不管怎樣，我沒有告訴他們我不再相信聖誕老人，因為我不想讓他們蒙羞。 而且，很高興能站在資訊不對稱的正確一邊，所以我閉嘴了。 大錯。 那一年，我的父母租了一輛聖誕老人，還有一些幫手來敲我們的前門。 我不得不讓他們進來一起玩。 承認已經太晚了。 幾十年後，我不得不聽我的父母說，那一年我仍然「相信」是多麼美好。 好尷尬！ 該死的聖人。
但他是多麼真實，我多麼相信這些胡言亂語，以及最後的揭露是多麼痛苦。 真是個騙子！ 我應該相信自己對異常現象的直覺，這樣米奇就不必讓我如此難堪。 嘆。
Fortunately, I have made peace again with my Holy Man. In this demythologized world, I’m grateful the pagan tradition has survived and that every autumn the old bearded red fellow still rides the roofs and cobblestone streets, chucking candy at the youngsters. He’s a 騙子 god, a benevolent humbug, who explains his scheme and shows the secret, to teach you a valuable lesson for adulthood with its many fake constructs grownups blindly believe. Unfortunately, in adult land, there’s nobody to wake you up. And so we keep on dreaming. Yes, Sinterklaas was very nice indeed, wasn’t he? He’s the tutorial. A free introductory course into the mechanisms of belief, deceit, and psychosis that deceive the eyes. Make no mistake, for that's Sinterklaas' greatest gift.
寥寥無幾！
But most grownups have forgotten his teachings. So certain are they. Hear they nothing what he says? With coco futures soaring to all time highs, even the Sinterklaas’ chocolate coins have become a better 存儲的價值 compared to the euro, pound, or dollar. And yet we keep on believing; patting ourselves on the back for not trusting in myth, fairytale, or Saint, whilst blindly confiding in the world’s greatest paper fantasy. But, you must feel the scam around you. Here, between you, me, the chocolate coin, the peso, everywhere. Yes...even between the land and the steamboat.
Hence the Sinterklaas experience is not just a local tradition but a metaphor for the global initiation into Bitcoin. All fiat freaks are still children in that sense. But without a trickster guardian, who's going to teach them? How will they wake up? When will they realize it is spawned out of thin air? Painful it is to admit one has been fooled. But the most agonizing thing is to be orphaned from the system. Especially when you have never been rugged, this abandonment can be too much to handle, persuading people to remain asleep.
This is why I celebrate my Saint. And I feel sorrow for the ones who have forgotten, where he's been erased from existence. But my trickster survived. He rugged me early, so I could see the rug later. And find my way...to the real.
因此，十月份，當您飛往阿姆斯特丹時，請讓這位男士感到高興。 無論您是法定貨幣狂熱者、另類包持有者，還是您的麻袋已經裝滿了衛星； 去 Albert Heijn 超市買一些巧克力青蛙、甜美的聖誕老人雕像或一些胡蘿蔔蛋糕口味的胡椒堅果。 將他的巧克力幣出口到世界各地，讓你的可愛的法定朋友們膨脹起來，直到糖腐蝕他們潔白牙齒的琺瑯質。 讚美男人。 尊敬聖人，他是禮物、戲法和拉拉的守護神。 他想回來。
我相信他。 我很感激自己是早期的發起者。
原始來源： Bitcoin 雜誌