I'm interested.

I love writing, according to the people around me, I've way too much imagination. So I think that I qualify for that kind of Bounty.

Now, I have to understand what your spaghetti-adver-teasing-cryptic message means. After reading it a few times, I had to bring it to a specialist.

It was a very old shop in a dirty street. The kind of shop that exists in every city but that you probably don't want to know. As soon as I opened the door, I was hit by the dusty sweet smell. A very old man was buried under the biggest glasses I have ever seen. Handing him your message, he looked at my face and smiled, discovering plenty of yellow tooth.
— That's a rough translation of the Voynich manuscript, he said.
— Ah…

Surprised, I was unable to answer more.
— Is there anything else I could do for you, young man?
— But, how can I claim the 1000 bitcoins then?

With one hand, he started to stroke his beard.
— Well, young man, are the rules clear?
— Not at all. It looks like there is no rules.
— Don't you think that rules are like barriers? They are there to prevent abuses.
— Maybe.
— So, like a horse in an empty field, you are asking me for barriers in order to know where to run?
— That's not the way I see it.
— When someone scream "Go!", you can observe two kind of persons. Those who run and those who ask "Where should I go?"
— And I'm the one asking? regretting immediately this obvious pun.
— When there is no rules, freedom is the rule. And only a few brave men can accept that rule. People invent other rules to protect themselves against the fear of freedom.
— Will I earn 1000bitcoins by listening to silly pseudo-philosophical quotes?
— You learn quickly young man. Go and don't tell our conversation to anyone.
— Is that a rule?

He laughed, I went out of the shop and now, alone in front of my computer, I'm wondering: what is this 1000BTC bounty for?