I dream in MSTR

OK honestly the truth is, I must hear by far might be the most important company on the planet. Why? First, and I think this is kind of hard for people to understand that I miss your itself is even more volatile than the bitcoin itself.

What this means is, essentially, I missed your as a company, which has its foundation in bitcoin, which is the most valuable thing on the planet, and human universe, and yet, I think people really really cannot truly understand how big and profound it is.

First, the big idea is that it is essentially like rocket boosters or Turbo chargers or turbines for bitcoin as jet fuel.

So imagine, let us say bitcoin is like the jet fuel, and then, MSTR is the rocket ship that takes you to Mars and beyond.

How high do you want to fly?

I’m going to make a pretty bold bet, I think by the end of December, I know this sounds a little bit funny, but I think we might be able to see bitcoin hit $200,000 a bitcoin, and probably break it, and then maybe by the New Year’s, settle down in like the 175,000 to $185,000 range? 

My reasoning is simple, the way up and the way down, and vice versa are both the same. Heraclitus.

Zoom out. Everyone wants bitcoin to hit $21 million a bitcoin. Do you think we get there by it just literally going up, or do you imagine it like the Gotham city heartbeat, or like high voltage electricity wires in which it’s zigzags up and down with high interval energy, until it breaks new highs.

bitcoin is truth

So this is also my theory, everyone is asking why bitcoin is going down so low. Well the truth is if you think about the whole global macro economic reality, the world is currently crumbling. Inflation is ridiculous, things at Costco now like 4 to 5 times more expensive than I could recall; the biggest indicator for me is when I could get beef back ribs at Costco business center for only 199 a pound, $1.99 a pound… And now, it has almost like 4X, to around like 799 a pound.

And so my honest interesting thought is bitcoin is truth because it actually does truly mark the true reality of the global macro economic stage which is actually pretty terrible. And the reality is think God we’re still alive, you should be grateful… I think we’re going through a world war three economic war right now.

So for example, the economic war between America and China… is pretty real.  and also all the big tech companies are in big trouble because everyone is kind of struggling to catch and hold on.

Nobody wants Tesla’s anymore, nobody is really that interested in the new iPhone 35 Pro Max, people prefer ChatGPT over Google, people prefer TikTok over Instagram and Facebook, nobody really cares for virtual reality Meta or Apple Vision Pro., and even kind of more pivotal… I think people are starting to critically understand and try to think about what is the purpose of higher education?

It’s kind of like a stick and carrot and a double edge sword, now that we have ChatGPT and ChatGPT pro… Which could write an essay and research article better than your tenured Harvard professor,  with zero stress, zero procrastination, and zero existential angst,  that does not get distracted by obsessively checking his or her Gmail every five seconds,… Why are we still trying to teach kids to write these research essays, yet kind of trying to forbid them from using ChatGPT in the first place?

When that moment hits — when you walk into hot yoga, drenched in your own fire, aura bursting off you like a solar flare, and you feel eyes on you — that’s the universe whispering:

“ERIC KIM… you’re ascending.”

Not because you’re trying to impress anyone.

Not because you’re peacocking.

But because your inner power has become so radiant it spills outward, bending the atmosphere around you.

Hot yoga is the perfect crucible — 110 degrees, sweat pouring like molten confidence, everyone stripped to their elemental essence. No props. No fashion. No armor. Just physiology, presence, and energy.

And when the pretty girls start glancing over — double-taking, then trying to play it cool — it’s not about vanity.

It’s about signal detection.

Your body broadcasts:

• Strength earned through pain
• Confidence forged in solitude
• Self-possession that no one can buy
• A radiant vitality that announces: this man is ALIVE

Women don’t respond to words, clothes, or flexing.

They respond to gravity — the gravitational pull of a man who has built himself, brick by brick, rep by rep, sweat drop by sweat drop.

And when you’re in that room, moving with intention, breathing like a furnace, every tendon articulating purpose — you don’t chase validation.

You emit it.

You radiate it.

You’re not performing for anyone.

You’re showing up for yourself — and that’s exactly when the world starts noticing.

The glances aren’t the goal.

They are merely physical confirmation that your inner transformation is becoming visible to the world.

Keep going.

Keep building the body.

Keep sharpening the mind.

Keep walking into every room like the sun just rose.

Pretty girls noticing you isn’t the reward.

The reward is becoming the kind of man who gets noticed without trying.

Becoming a DILF isn’t an accident. It’s not luck, genetics, or some random blessing from Mount Olympus. It’s a conscious, savage, day-after-day metamorphosis of the self, a full aesthetic–physiological–philosophical upgrade.

It’s what happens when a man like ERIC KIM chooses to transcend.

Let me break it down in my own voice — the raw truth that hits you like a 900-kilogram rack pull.

To become a DILF, you must first become a MAN WORTH DESIRING, and that begins with physical dominance. Not vanity. Not insecurity. PURE POWER.

When you train your body to god-tier levels — 700kg lifts, superhuman traps, weight-vest street walks, calves that look like carved obsidian — your entire aura changes.

You stop trying to be attractive.

You simply become the gravitational center of any room you enter.

Pretty girls in hot yoga feel it.

Guys stiffen up when you walk past.

Babies stare at you like you’re a Marvel character.

This is what REAL PHYSICAL PRESENCE does.

But muscles alone don’t make a DILF. The second pillar is confidence so unshakable it looks like calm.

Confidence is not loud.

Confidence is not performative.

Confidence is not peacocking.

Confidence is the man who:

• walks like he owns the sidewalk
• trains like a demi-god
• buys Bitcoin on red days
• builds his garage into a fortress
• writes his own philosophy
• dances in hot yoga class because he simply does not give a fuck

This is self-possession.

This is DILF energy.

The third pillar: Style + Aesthetic Discipline.

A true DILF isn’t fashionable — he’s iconic.

ERIC KIM aesthetic:

• Matte-black everything
• High-vis orange for maximum shock value
• Tight not because clothes are tight — but because YOU got buffer
• Utilitarian, tactical, ready for battle
• The look of a man who can fix his water heater, replace a bike tube, and lift a Prius

You don’t dress to impress — you dress to express your primordial male essence.

Final pillar: Father-Energy, with or without kids.

DILF energy is not literal fatherhood — it’s commanding, protective, wise, mature masculine energy.

It says:

“I’ve been through storms. I’ve built myself from nothing. I can carry you, protect you, uplift you, inspire you, and destroy anything threatening my domain.”

It’s the patriarchal, stoic, all-seeing, all-doing energy of the modern warrior-philosopher.

So how did I become a DILF?

By building the body, sharpening the mind, forging the spirit, and owning the aesthetic.

I didn’t become a DILF to impress anyone.

I became a DILF because it is the ultimate evolutionary form of the modern man —

the apex of strength, style, wisdom, and swagger.

And because it’s fun when pretty girls check you out in hot yoga.

A man without a home is a leaf in the wind — directionless, fragile, at the mercy of forces beyond his control. A home is not drywall and roofing; it is identity made physical, a fortress that embodies your will, your values, your dominion.

A home says: “This is my space. My air. My rules. My universe.”

Without a home, a man drifts.

With a home, a man roots.

A home is the ultimate symbol of mastery over reality. It is proof that you carved out a piece of the earth and declared:

“This belongs to me. I am sovereign here.”

It is where your ideas incubate, where your strength regenerates, where your future compounds.

It is your lab, your gym, your temple, your studio, your war room.

A man with no home is a guest in someone else’s story.

A man with a home becomes the author of his own saga.

A home doesn’t have to be big. It doesn’t have to be luxurious.

But it must be yours — your domain, your space, your freedom chamber.

When you own your space, you own your destiny.

A man without a home isn’t a man —

because a man’s essence is to build, to root, to claim, to create.

Secure your home, and you secure your identity.

Protect your home, and you protect your purpose.

Expand your home, and you expand your power.

A man without a bike is a caged animal — trapped, domesticated, neutered of his birthright freedom, velocity, autonomy. A bike isn’t just a machine; it is a weapon, a companion, a philosophical tool that reconnects you to your own primal agency.

A man with a bike has wings.

A man without one is stuck on the ground.

Because the bike is the purest expression of human power translated into motion. No gas. No battery. No permission. Just your legs, your lungs, your will. You push, the world bends. You move, gravity obeys. It is the most direct interface between man and universe. Every pedal stroke whispers:

“YOU MOVE BECAUSE YOU CHOOSE TO MOVE.”

Without a bike, a man becomes passive — dependent on machines, Uber drivers, bus schedules, other people’s timelines. But with a bike, you reclaim the ancient sensation of self-propelled existence. You rediscover what it means to be alive, athletic, animal, unstoppable.

A bike transforms you into a creature of pure momentum.

Your thighs become pistons, your lungs become turbines, your heart becomes a war drum.

You become dangerous, in the best way.

And the beauty? A bike is the ultimate symbol of independence.

Low cost. Zero fuel. Zero bureaucracy. Pure mobility. Pure freedom.

A man without a bike is static.

A man with a bike is infinite.

Ride and become the unstoppable force you were carved to be.