There's a lesson here. Hype, organic or not, does not guarantee anything. A chain must be embraced consistently over time and grow in activity in order to succeed. It must provide clear purpose and execution that is easy, satisfying, and cheap to the user. Trading is not indicative of these tenets and never will be. Trading thrives off a pillar of benign incentives and mechanisms not tied to the actual protocol and creates an illusion of worth, or lack thereof, that many misunderstand. Litecoin's chain provides monetary freedom and flexibility that results in 100's of thousands of real transactions every day and always growing. 15 years and trillions of dollars later, Charlie asking anons on bitcointalk when to hit the 'ENTER' button for the start time of Litecoin's public existence still resonates as one of the most historically relevant stories of the entire space.

Bitcoin has a network effect it didn't anticipate. An effect where many of those who were there early on (developers, early miners, those who paid for things, investors) began to have wandering eyes and cheating hearts. All for the love of a money Bitcoin was 'promised' to neuter through brute force and through Libertarian ideals rekindled through the misdeeds of those too big to fail. Nothing in this life stays simple, though. Nothing ever stays innocent and pure. Bitcoin is no different. The litany of influential people that rode it for so long then discarded it like a used out horse they decided had seen better days is undeniable. They passed it onto others, but in many ways keeping the glory days of a once wild, unsaddled horse part of their own mystigue, using it to leverage their greed on fields untouched and with stables unfamiliar. I was born through the mind of a man who is still a Bitcoiner at heart. A man who loves the beast to this day. His mind wandered, just as so many others. His heart yearned for more, just as so many others. But the yearning was different...the passion was unique. I was born to plow in lockstep with the celebrated beast of burden. I was bred through its bloodline to provide rest when it was run too hard. I was shared in my differences in order to make it stronger and reinforce it as the field would become bigger and in many ways more demanding. Those running the beast have changed many times over, taking the yield they see fit and leaving it to die on the field. But not my master. I still plow those same fields alongside the magnificent beast. It is an honor to do so. He would have it no other way. And yet, not just those who left the beast for dead, but also still those who run it into the ground every day claim I have no use, no reason to be. They pin my 'value' to the greed of a dollar instead of the ideals of the past that started it all. They work hard to convince everyone I am a horse without a field, without a purpose. Greed forces them to. Greed allows no other choice. I am not here to satisfy the hunger of the immoral greedy. I am here to plow the field and to feed the many starving for a righteous harvest. I am equally yoked with the beast and in many ways I am superior in comparison. But the master has never lost his love for the beast, nor for me. For nearly 15 years I have plowed the same field. Never resting. Never leaving. If you love a good harvest, a good motive, and a good master who never leaves the beasts nor the field, then I am for you.