Having fathomed the vastness of heaven and earth, one still tenderly regards each blade of grass. Life begins with an opening position, unfolds through the holding, and closes when you square the book.
Rereading Reminiscences of a Stock Operator, I just realized how well it’s written. Many of the mistakes I’m making now were already clearly explained in the book long ago. Overcoming the weaknesses of human nature is truly incredibly difficult.