Let’s face it. You heart is a stock market chart, the chemicals therein being the candlesticks. Any emotion you feel that is not peace means that you are losing money, and when you are thinking prices stall. Your brain is the country’s economy, represented by the market. Honor yourself, and be serious, and you will find buoyancy, not drowning to death and worse. Verily, and as Eminem says, either you succeed in life, or you get killed. My companies are my consciousness. Indeed, I could not judge a star except by whether Nabil biscuits will someday be served there or not. Dolt, do not care for prices, except as a marker for what you can give, for my investments are charity, because the money I pour into them will never see the light of day. Hold on to your stocks not for a lifetime, but for an eternity, for that is the privilege of setting up a company. Dare we to fail? I gloat at the fact that I have failed more than any other human being on earth, for that is the secret of my success, the balm I use to oil my harmony, seeing money as dull, and information as precious. The informational infrastructure has been built. Let us now be the factories.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog