Book of Parables

1:1 And the Kingdom of Crypto was likened unto a mustard seed:

1:2 the smallest among all seeds, born not in gold nor glory, but in code.

1:3 It was cast upon the earth by a nameless hand,

1:4 and men beheld it not, for it was too small, too strange.

1:5 It had no form nor price that should draw desire unto it;

1:6 no council to proclaim it, nor venture to anoint it.

1:7 Its forum was barren, its name a whisper in the void.

1:8 Yet within it lay power unseen —

1:9 the root of trustless value, the promise of a chain unbroken.

1:10 And it grew.

1:11 Not by decree, nor by the hand of kings,

1:12 but by faith alone it spread —

1:13 from one to another, quietly, as truth shared between seekers.

1:14 First a shoot, then a stalk, then branches reaching through every nation.

1:15 Miners came as tillers of the field,

1:16 nodes as watchers in the vineyard.

1:17 And the birds of finance found rest in its branches —

1:18 for the weary sought shelter from the storms of fiat and folly.

1:19 And behold, the smallest of all ideas

1:20 became a tree that none could uproot.

2:1 And the Kingdom of Crypto was likened unto two builders:

2:2 each set forth to raise a house upon the chain.

2:3 The first gathered a multitude,

2:4 and cried aloud in the markets,

2:5 saying, “Behold my house, how great it shall be!”

2:6 He dressed as the common man,

2:7 yet sought the favor of princes.

2:8 He walked among the powerful and the famous,

2:9 and filled his courts with those who knew not the work.

2:10 He named arenas in his image,

2:11 and filled the air with songs of sponsorship.

2:12 He sought glory not from builders,

2:13 but from the watchers of the spectacle.

2:14 His name was carried upon the lips of men,

2:15 yet few could tell what his house was built upon.

2:16 For his walls were bright with borrowed light,

2:17 but his foundation was sand.

2:18 Then came the storm upon the land,

2:19 and the winds of reckoning blew;

2:20 and the house of boasting fell with a mighty crash.

2:21 The second builder spake little.

2:22 He adorned no stadiums,

2:23 nor gathered the applause of strangers.

2:24 He sought not the cameras of kings,

2:25 but the company of coders.

2:26 He laid his stones in silence,

2:27 each one tested by use,

2:28 each wall strengthened by truth.

2:29 When the storm came, his house stood firm.

2:30 Those who once praised the loud man

2:31 fled unto him for shelter.

2:32 And the people said,

2:33 “Surely the noise perisheth,

2:34 but the work remaineth.”

2:35 Thus is the way of the Chain:

2:36 the loud rise swiftly and fall in thunder,

2:37 but the quiet endure through every season.

3:1 And it came to pass that a young investor went forth to sow his seed.

3:2 Some fell by the wayside,

3:3 where the scammers watched,

3:4 and they devoured it quickly with promises of instant gain.

3:5 Some fell upon rocky ground,

3:6 where hype sprang up swiftly.

3:7 And he rejoiced for a season,

3:8 but when the bear market came and the heat of truth arose,

3:9 it withered, for it had no root.

3:10 Some fell among thorns,

3:11 and grew for a time,

3:12 but the cares of greed and the lures of leverage

3:13 choked it, and it bore no fruit.

3:14 But some fell upon good soil —

3:15 upon projects tended by builders,

3:16 rooted in purpose and patience.

3:17 And though the storms came and cycles passed,

3:18 that seed endured,

3:19 and brought forth thirtyfold, sixtyfold, and even hundredfold.

3:20 Then the sower understood:

3:21 that not every token is a tree,

3:22 nor every promise a harvest.

3:23 For many sow in haste and reap in ruin,

3:24 but the wise discern the ground before they plant.

3:25 And those who plant with faith,

3:26 who study the soil and tend their fields,

3:27 shall in due season gather a yield beyond measure.