Nothing fascinates me more than people that are looking for meaning to something, especially markets. What we have chose to gamble in, is a market of overvalued pieces of S---!. You must first recognize what the market is, not try and create a market you desire, if so, you will be a long time waiting. What is being traded in the market place has absolutely nothing to do with success or failure, only ones ability to adjudicate the up or down of such. If the market is billions and billions in tons of elephant dung, the dung itself has nothing to do with gain or loss. There is either a market for elephant dung or not. Now if you will go back, take all your pencils, scratch pads, books by Buffett and last but not least your Zantac, throw them all out the window, sit in a chair for ten minutes, decide whether this market of pieces of s---! is going up or down, walk up to the window, make your bet like the rest of us, go home and tell your wife or husband that you made an investment and you do not know whether it will be good or bad, wait like the rest of us and strike what ever the result may be, up to genius or life, I feel at that moment, you will find the meaning of the markets. What ever else you have been led to believe, I swear to God, it is holds no more meaning than a simple bet on the direction of dung.
selah,
Voltaire |
