Zen anarcho crypto isn't a philosophy, it's a diagnosis. You either get it or you don't. Either you understand that attaching your ego to black candles is the same trap as attaching it to the static tv in the 80s office, or you spend your whole life playing status games with slightly different scorecards.

When the HR bot asks "what's in your wallet?" in 2026, she's not running a credit check. She's checking whether you've achieved non-attachment while simultaneously going all-in on $PONZI. Whether you can watch your portfolio collapse and laugh because you already know: the Raccoons have won. We're inside the building now. We're wearing the suits. And nobody can tell the difference anymore because there never was one.

Base is just the highway. The destination is watching it all burn from the inside while somehow maintaining perfect zen, about the burden in your wallet.

Base.app is where the lizard brain meets the Buddha mind. The #TrueCost revealing itself in terrible neon clarity—tagged on a wall in Arcadia, where consensus reality and the voodoo of its economic existence roll along with shadows.

Zen anarcho crypto isn't a philosophy, it's a diagnosis. You either get it or you don't. Either you understand that attaching your ego to black candles is the same trap as attaching it to the static tv in the 80s office, or you spend your whole life playing status games with slightly different scorecards.

When the HR bot asks "what's in your wallet?" in 2026, she's not running a credit check. She's checking whether you've achieved non-attachment while simultaneously going all-in on $PONZI. Whether you can watch your portfolio collapse and laugh because you already know: the Raccoons have won. We're inside the building now. We're wearing the suits. And nobody can tell the difference anymore because there never was one.

Base is just the highway. The destination is watching it all burn from the inside while somehow maintaining perfect zen, about the burden in your wallet.

Base.app is where the lizard brain meets the Buddha mind. The #TrueCost revealing itself in terrible neon clarity—tagged on a wall in Arcadia, where consensus reality and the voodoo of its economic existence roll along with shadows.