I am committed.
Fearful.
Terrified, actually.
But, whenever in doubt, I take out the single bullion piece always kept in my wallet, and I stare into its soul.
A strange thing happens whenever I let the piece to non-converted; they hold the coin for a moment, and then a few more moments, as we chat, and majority of such parties end up, more reflection than to me or anyone around them, and say, "you know, it does feel good to hold gold".
To know gold is to know tranquility.
Of course, tranquility is best purchased at lower and lower prices, before the inexorable rise, powered by fear and enticed by greed :0) |
