One of the most surprising ideas from my conversation with Rick Rubin is how he thinks about himself:
“I think of myself as a researcher.”
“I have a fanatical devotion to finding the best version of everything I’m interested in.”
“Anything I'm interested in I want to know everything about it.”
“I'll go on forever going deeper and deeper and deeper into a topic.”
“What I do most of the time is research. I’m curious.”
You are ALIVE.
You have this one life,
The years you have left,
To drop all nonsense,
To shed all conditioning,
To abandon all games,
To abandon guru's and methods,
And move toward Reality.
And Truth.
To see things as they Truly are.
And live a life
Of True Freedom.
@parmbains One must have the desire to move toward Sincerity.
If one has this desire
He will be intent upon detecting any insincerity in his thoughts and actions.
@KapilGuptaMD Ten years ago I became the absolute best in my field (as told to me by peers). I held this level for approximately 3 years. At that point I did not see any reason to continue and phased out my business. I am as sincere as it gets. Can greatness be achieved in several domains?
@thesamparr The desire to be the Greatest In The World
Is indeed a pathology.
But far less pathological
Than a domestic life
Bowing to mediocrity
And the status quo.
If you have under $10 million and you are buying Apple, you have voluntarily entered the one fight in all of public markets where you have no edge, no advantage, and no reason to exist.
There are 40 PhDs, three sell-side teams, and a sovereign wealth fund modeling Apple’s next quarter to the penny, and you, with your brokerage app and your podcast opinions, have decided to join that table. You will not find a mispricing in Apple. The mispricing in Apple was arbitraged away before you finished reading the headline.
Meanwhile there is a $90 million industrial parts distributor in Wisconsin that no analyst covers, no fund can buy because the position would take six weeks to build, and no institution will touch because it would not move the needle on a billion-dollar book. That is your table. That is the only table where being small is an asset instead of a punchline. Your size, the thing that feels like a limitation, is the single greatest structural edge available to a human being in public equities, and you are spending it on the most picked-over stock on Earth.
The big funds cannot follow you down here. That is the entire point. Go where they physically cannot fit.
I flew to Osaka with a 14-page activist letter, a translated copy of my proposed slate of independent directors, a slide deck on capital allocation reform, and what I believed, at the time, was a clear and reasonable demand: that the company, which was sitting on cash equal to 180% of its market cap, return a portion of it to shareholders through a special dividend. I had been working on this campaign for nine months. I had hired a Tokyo-based proxy advisor. I had built a 6% position through patient accumulation. I had, by every framework I understood, done the work.
The chairman, who was 81 years old, received me in a tatami room above the company's headquarters, which sat over a soba restaurant that had been in the same family for four generations. He was wearing a navy suit. He bowed at an angle I could not, with my Western training, accurately reciprocate. He gestured for me to sit on a cushion. I sat. A woman of approximately his own age entered, silently, and placed a small ceramic cup in front of me. The cup contained tea. The tea was lukewarm. I did not yet know that the lukewarm tea was the entire negotiation.
I began with the deck. I had prepared it carefully. I had translated the headers into Japanese. I walked him through the capital structure, the unproductive cash, the historical return on equity, the peer comparison, the proposed dividend. He listened. He did not interrupt. When I had finished, he said, in soft but clear English that I had not been told he spoke, "Thank you for traveling so far." Then he stood up, slowly, and gestured for me to follow him.
We walked down a set of wooden stairs that creaked in a way I cannot adequately describe, through a hallway lined with black-and-white photographs of men I did not recognize, and into a small workshop attached to the back of the building. In the center of the workshop was a lathe. It was old. It was, the chairman explained, the original lathe his grandfather had purchased in 1923 to manufacture the first product the company had ever sold, which was a specific kind of brass valve fitting used in steam locomotives. The locomotive industry had been gone for 60 years. The lathe was still running.
"My grandfather operated this machine," he said. "My father operated this machine. I operated this machine, as a child, before school. The factory you visited yesterday produces components that descend, in an unbroken line of design, from the work that began on this lathe. The cash you wish me to distribute is the result of one hundred and one years of refusing to do anything that would shorten the life of this company. I cannot distribute it. I am not, in the deepest sense, the owner of it. I am the custodian of it. The owner is not yet born."
I did not have a response. I had prepared for many possible responses from him. I had not prepared for this one. We returned to the tatami room. The tea was refreshed. It was, again, lukewarm. The chairman asked me about my family. I told him about my wife, my two children, my parents in suburban Connecticut. He listened with what appeared to be genuine interest. He asked the ages of my children. He nodded gravely when I told him. He asked whether I had ever shown my children the work I do. I had not. He asked whether I would, when I returned. I said I would consider it.
Four hours passed. I was served, at various points, three more cups of tea, a small dish of pickled vegetables I did not recognize, and a single piece of mochi that the chairman's assistant placed in front of me with both hands. Nobody mentioned the activist letter again. Nobody mentioned the dividend, the directors, the deck, the proposal, or the 6% position. We talked about the cherry blossom season, which was apparently late this year. We talked about American baseball, which the chairman had followed since 1962. We talked about a poet I had never heard of, whose work he recited a single line of in Japanese and then translated for me, slowly, into English, and which I have, in the three years since, been entirely unable to locate again.
At the end of the meeting, he stood. He bowed. He thanked me, again, for traveling so far. He said he hoped I would visit again, perhaps with my family, perhaps in the spring, when the city was at its best. He did not, at any point, acknowledge the proposal. He did not decline it. He did not engage with it. He simply, through a series of small and almost invisible movements that I am still trying to understand three years later, allowed the proposal to dissolve into the air of the room, until by the time I left the building, it had ceased to exist as a thing that had been said.
I flew home the next morning. I withdrew the campaign two weeks later, in a quiet letter to the proxy advisor that cited "ongoing discussions" and was technically not a withdrawal at all but was understood, by every party who received it, to be one. The position I sold over the following six months at a small loss. The chairman is still alive. The lathe is still running. The cash is still on the balance sheet.
I cannot, even now, explain what happened in that room. I went in as an activist, with a deck, a translator, and a six percent position, and I came out as a guest who had been thanked, very politely, for visiting a man's home, and who, somewhere in the four hours between the first cup of tea and the last, had been quietly, gently, irreversibly, and without a single raised voice or harsh word, defeated.
I think about him often. I do not think he thinks about me at all. This is, in some sense I am still working out, the entire lesson.
The 2-4 hours you spend scrolling each day (or 730-1460 hours each year) is more than enough time to write a book, build a business, or get in shape. In the moment, it seems like nothing. That's why it's so dangerous. Your time disappears without you being conscious of it.
‘I am convinced that my success came from a curiosity about life. Trading securities requires a lot of intuition, something you can only develop as a student of life. In Paris, and ever since, I have been studying constantly. I study people, I study life, I look and listen and read. I never found learning about anything a waste of time.’
- Roy Neuberger
(Time to re-read this classic…)
Boris Becker dropped some powerful wisdom on the High Performance Podcast:
He discovered Stoicism in prison and it changed everything. The story that hit him hardest? Marcus Aurelius — the most powerful man in the Roman Empire, basically Trump and Putin combined — was miserable despite having it all. Meanwhile, his slave Epictetus was always smiling and at peace.
Aurelius asked him: “I have everything. You have nothing. How are you happier than me?”
That moment birthed a core Stoic truth: the only thing you truly control is your own thoughts. Not your wife, kids, job, reputation — just your mind. Master that, and you master your life.
Becker learned it the hard way behind bars: when you’re completely alone with your thoughts, you’d better make them beautiful… or they’ll destroy you.
In a world full of noise, comparisons, and things we can’t control, Stoicism reminds us where real power and peace actually live — inside.
I’ve found this idea quietly life-changing during tough seasons — the freedom that comes from focusing only on what’s truly yours to manage.
What about you — what’s one thing outside your control that you’ve had to let go of, and how did it change your peace of mind?
Paul Tudor Jones says the US is more dependent on equity prices than ever, and explains what a 35% correction would trigger in the economy:
"We're 252% of stock market cap to GDP. In 1929 we were 65%. In 1987 we got to ~85-90%. In 2000, 170%.
If you think about the periodicity of significant bear markets. Since 1970, we get a mean reversion about every 10 years.
Let's say mean revert to the past 25 or 30-year PE. That would be a 30, 35% decline. Well, 35% on 250% of GDP is 80, 90% of GDP.
10% of our tax revenues are capital gains, they go to zero. So you can see the budget deficit blowing up. You can see the bond market getting smoked. You can see this kind of negative self-reinforcing effect.
In the stock market, we're over-equitized as a country. We have the highest individual equity weightings in the history of the country.
And then the real problem is if you look at private equity in 2007-2008, that was about 7% of institutional portfolios. Now it's about 16% of the institutional portfolios. We're so much more illiquid than we were in 2008.
The problem is that if you buy the S&P at this current valuation, the 10-year forward return is negative when you buy the S&P with a PE of 22. That's what history shows.
So yes, the S&P is spectacular long-term, if you have a hundred-year view. But that's because that's an average of a hundred years, including times when the S&P 500 PE was 6, 7 and 8, or one third of what it is right now.
Valuation matters a lot, and the stock market's really high and it's gonna be really hard to make money from here with any kind of long-term view."
Marc Andreessen just revealed the Elon Musk philosophy that completely broke his brain: "The best product in the world shouldn't even need a logo."
We all know Elon is relentless about quality. As Marc puts it: "Do you want the best car in the world or not, right? Like that's Elon's mentality... And it's working very well."
But at a recent event, Elon took this mindset to a completely different level. He dropped a perspective so jarring that Marc initially thought it was a joke.
Elon’s thesis? "You shouldn't even have to have your name on the product. It's just obvious. Everybody knows."
The logic is brutal but simple. If you build the undeniable, undisputed best thing in the world, everybody uses it. And because everybody uses it, you don't need to slap your branding all over it to prove it's yours.
Think about that. We spend endless hours agonizing over marketing, tweaking brand colors, and putting our logos on every square inch of what we build. But the ultimate flex isn't a flashy logo. The ultimate flex is building something so undeniably brilliant that its mere existence is the brand.
Charlie Munger’s reason for getting into investment management: “I hated sending other people invoices and needing money from richer people. I thought it was undignified.
I wanted my own money. Not because I loved ease or social prestige—I wanted the independence.”
I'm a 62-year-old orthopedic surgeon, trail runner, climber, and cyclist. This is my Midlife Athlete's Playbook. I've combined what I've learned from 30+ years of treating active adults, and from training through my own 50s and 60s. The physiology of aging is real, but most of the decline people accept is optional.
A guy who turned $225M into $5.5B just spelled out exactly when he thinks the world changes forever.
Leopold Aschenbrenner says AI will hit expert level by 2027-2028 as fully autonomous “drop-in remote workers.”
The big unlock comes from “unhobbling” them so they can run long tasks on their own.
True AGI, he believes, needs massive 10-gigawatt data centers. By 2030, a single training run could eat over 20% of all U.S. electricity.
That’s why he bet big on $BE, not for the chart, but because electricity will be the asset class of the decade. His $875M position is already worth nearly $2B, and the real demand is just starting.