Speculative markets have always been vulnerable to illusion. But seeing the folly in markets provides no clear advantage in forecasting outcomes, because changes in the force of the illusion are difficult to predict.
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How could I bear a crown of gold when the Lord bears a crown of thorns? And bears it for me!
Interpretation
The quote reflects on humility and sacrifice, contrasting material wealth with spiritual suffering.
Elizabeth Of Hungary expresses a profound sense of humility in this quote, questioning how she could wear a crown of gold, representing earthly power and wealth, while acknowledging that Jesus, whom she refers to as 'the Lord,' wore a crown of thorns, symbolizing suffering and sacrifice for humanity. This contrast serves to highlight the idea that true nobility and greatness come not from material possessions, but from love, sacrifice, and humility.
In practice
This quote could be used in a sermon to illustrate the importance of humility in faith.
Speculative markets have always been vulnerable to illusion. But seeing the folly in markets provides no clear advantage in forecasting outcomes, because changes in the force of the illusion are difficult to predict.
A great country worthy of the name does not have any friends.
Human beings never think for themselves. For the most part, members of our species simply repeat what they are told - and become upset if they are exposed to any different view. The characteristic human trait is not awareness but conformity. We are stubborn, self-destructive conformists. Any other view of our species is just a self-congratulatory delusion.
When we constantly ask for miracles, we're unraveling the fabric of the world. A world of continuous miracles would not be a world, it would be a cartoon.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum -- "I think that I think, therefore I think that I am;" as close an approach to certainty as any philosopher has yet made.
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
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