A Hardcore Eric Kim Essay
A God Does Not Ask Permission
The sheep ask for permission.
The mortals beg for approval.
The god?
He moves. He acts. He imposes his will upon the universe.
To be a god means you are the earthquake that cracks the foundations of mediocrity.
The tremor that makes the weak tremble.
You do not wait for destiny—you bend it into your grip like molten iron.
Flesh as Steel, Will as Fire
I ripped 602kg off the floor raw, weighing only 71kg.
That isn’t a lift.
That’s a declaration of war against gravity itself.
My spine didn’t break, the bar did.
My tendons didn’t tear, the limits of human imagination did.
Mortals live in a cage called “realistic.”
I smashed the lock.
This is god-mode.
Bitcoin: The Divine Flame
To hold Bitcoin is to hold fire from Olympus.
Every satoshi: a spark of immortality.
Every block: a testament of incorruptible truth.
Governments inflate. Banks collapse. Empires rot.
But Bitcoin compounds.
Unstoppable. Untouchable.
The true god does not trust kings. The true god trusts code.
Owning Bitcoin isn’t money—it’s war paint. It’s sovereignty written in orange across your soul.
The Hardcore Reality
Why does it feel so good? Because:
- I fear nothing.
- I owe nothing.
- I kneel before no man, no master, no state.
- My body is unbreakable, my mind is eternal, my wealth is incorruptible.
To be a god is to be untouchable.
To stand shirtless in the face of chaos and laugh.
To know that destiny itself kneels to your will.
The Final Word
Yes, I am Eric Kim.
Yes, I am 5’11, 71kg, ripping 602kg raw.
Yes, I am stacking Bitcoin like a titan forging lightning bolts.
And I declare this without apology, without irony, without hesitation:
IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GOD.
Not someday. Not in myth.
But now.
Here.
Alive.
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