Happy 16th day of the year in celebration of some day of new beginnings known by many names and ideas along with the posted birthday of Satoshi that brought us a new beginning of a different kind.
The Mythic Evolution of Eastore: Hares, Underworld Eggs, and Satoshi’s New-Beginning Egg In the ancient mists of Germanic spring, before crosses or chocolate, there was Eastore, the goddess of dawn, fertility, and the wild return of life. Her sacred animal was never the cuddly “hare” (AKA rabbit) we picture today. It was the hare, swift, elusive, and untamed. Hares that leapt through the fields at equinox, carrying the raw pulse of rebirth. Legend tells that Eastore’s hares did not merely deliver eggs. They laid them as gifts from the underworld. These were no ordinary shells. They rose from the dark earth itself, the realm of winter’s death and buried seeds, painted in the colors of sunrise and the rainbow by children and others. Each egg cracked open the promise that life could hatch from shadow. From the grave of the old year came the new. Centuries rolled on. The hare softened into the Easter Bunny in our stories... still fast, still fertile, but now hiding colored eggs for children. Yet the deeper truth endured: the egg was always an emblem of resurrection pulled from the underworld. Then came the digital equinox. From the cryptographic shadows stepped Satoshi Nakamoto. A modern Eastore, faceless, timeless, emerging exactly when the old financial order lay in ruins. On January 3, 2009, Satoshi birthed bitcoin, the ultimate new-beginning egg. Buried in the Genesis Block was the first crack in the shell: a headline about bank bailouts and a new code that expressed, “This time, the power hatches for the people.” No central bank. No middlemen. Just pure, scarce, decentralized value rising from the underworld of fiat failure. The rabbits were hares all along that were quick, anonymous, and impossible to cage. And the Easter egg was always pointing toward this moment: the golden egg of monetary rebirth. Today, April 5th, the 16th day of the year when we reset the calendar at the Spring Equinox that feels like the perfect moment to remember. From Eastore’s underworld hare-eggs to Satoshi’s genesis egg… the cycle of death, shadow, and explosive new life continues. We fell down the rabbit hole.
image created from my mind with the help of Grok (AI)
We found the egg.
Now we watch it hatch.
Who’s ready for the next equinox?