If this unwinding is the epilogue, the prologue was written in 2005. How prophetic that realization of what was to happen, would happen, certainly come to pass in the next few years strike me right then-- that the sand under my feet was shifting and would leave me adrift—that occur right then in that historical trading room, the rotunda at the nation’s major s. exchange.
I will never doubt my gut feel ever again.
The indices inch higher. Only to fall someday I’m sure. But I am at peace.
I choose the light… as the prayer goes, asamo ma sat gamaya… from untruth to truth, from death to light everlasting.
I want to get back to being what I was.