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To: TobagoJack who wrote (35136)	6/19/2003 12:12:02 AM
From: Maurice Winn	Respond to of 74559

Jay, the Green$pan stupendous cashflow is not as real as the cashflow into Shanghai from products made and sold, but it certainly has a similar propensity to jerk the world around and is very real in the sense that people react to it as intently as they do to incoming missiles, comets or trucks on a highway. As you say, matters are weird. What is matter, and what is not, in the human financial world, is as strange as in the real world of black holes where matter, antimatter, ethereal, ephemeral massless 'particles' are a jumble of perplexity held together by the absurdly abstract graviton glue. Just as Uncle Al is holding things together with his pixelation process of nothingness. The analogy with the speed of light, event horizon, black hole and singularity, or on the other hand, infinite inflation is apropos. Buy Q - those superlative CDMA2000 phragmented photon light sabres are the way to fight the last-man-standing battle. The old gold cross method, backed by incantations and hope, is passe. An anachronism of a bygone era when earth, fire, water and phlogiston made up the universe. When earth could be divided into apparently magical stuff like gold, mercury, lead, iron and other elements. When alchemists dreamed of magic and Midas ruled. It's now an era of ethereal and ephemeral, with Jay Chen style poltergeists slipping in and out of cyberspace, unseen by the bloke in the street, who sees only the prosaic reality of a traffic jam, dog poop and a hard row to hoe. Mqurice