I don't wanna bore you with endless pages of TA, talking about bear divs or momentum. The truth is that even if I wanted to I could not bore you with this; because I am still a bloody noob after all. Having started only a few months ago I feel that I am learning at a negative rate. The more I read, the more the universe of things I don't know nothing about expands. Just like our own universe does at ever accelerating speeds. Ok, that should be enough detrimental self talk for now; but keep phenomena like confirmation bias, overconfidence bias or the bias blind spot in mind, especially in the context of making investment decisions.
As mentioned in the beginning, do not expect any TA here. The idea however started out as I was recognising some fractal structures in LTC price-time series. Buried underneath rectangles and triangles and lines I suddenly could feel the presence of something majestic. Connecting the various shapes I have thrown at the chart manifested in me the vision of a huge tripod being assembled with the sole purpose of lifting LTC (Large Tripod Construction) into unknown spheres. I was a little disappointed though, to see the monstrous vehicle being powered by atomic energy. Call me old-fashioned, but this shit is bad for our planet. Why not sporting a huge solar panel and an adequate battery? I thought about this very hard, and then it dawned on me. What if I don't like the answer to that question? What if there is no sun in the dimension we are about to get launched into? Although being somewhat afraid, a smile appeared on my face as I realised that I made all that shit up just a couple of minutes ago. Nothing of this is real, you are not real, I am certainly not real. Once you come to that conclusion, you might ask yourself: What am I doing here? Why am I working a job that don't like? Why are banks rewarded instead of punished for bringing the world economy on the verge of a collapse? Nothing of this can't be real, and so are you. If nothing is real, then you can define what is real to you and enjoy the shit out of it. Genuinely enjoy. Doing things that have no purpose, like drawing lines on a chart that mean absolutely nothing to mostly anyone else in the world. If nothing is real, we are free. Free from work, free from love and hate. We can chose to engage in love and hate, though, if we want. Why am I writing all of this? I don't know!
As mentioned in the beginning, do not expect any TA here. The idea however started out as I was recognising some fractal structures in LTC price-time series. Buried underneath rectangles and triangles and lines I suddenly could feel the presence of something majestic. Connecting the various shapes I have thrown at the chart manifested in me the vision of a huge tripod being assembled with the sole purpose of lifting LTC (Large Tripod Construction) into unknown spheres. I was a little disappointed though, to see the monstrous vehicle being powered by atomic energy. Call me old-fashioned, but this shit is bad for our planet. Why not sporting a huge solar panel and an adequate battery? I thought about this very hard, and then it dawned on me. What if I don't like the answer to that question? What if there is no sun in the dimension we are about to get launched into? Although being somewhat afraid, a smile appeared on my face as I realised that I made all that shit up just a couple of minutes ago. Nothing of this is real, you are not real, I am certainly not real. Once you come to that conclusion, you might ask yourself: What am I doing here? Why am I working a job that don't like? Why are banks rewarded instead of punished for bringing the world economy on the verge of a collapse? Nothing of this can't be real, and so are you. If nothing is real, then you can define what is real to you and enjoy the shit out of it. Genuinely enjoy. Doing things that have no purpose, like drawing lines on a chart that mean absolutely nothing to mostly anyone else in the world. If nothing is real, we are free. Free from work, free from love and hate. We can chose to engage in love and hate, though, if we want. Why am I writing all of this? I don't know!
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My complaints have been heard. A tiny olive-shaped,vibrating space-time distortion just knocked at my door. Apparently, he or she was the client engagement officer responsible for contacting furious humanoids. In a way that is beyond my comprehension he or she spoke directly into my neocortical brain areas and laid out the plan of the Tau 6180 cockpit crew to shift towards a greener energy approach. By reducing their nuclear fission drives by 42% they were able to make room for a highly efficient next-gen solar panel as wall as two particle-antiparticle beam thrusters. This should save us quite some nuclear waste. If only Volkswagen was that creative or just not stupid.
