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I heard about a guy once who lived in a little village. His house was literally a mud hut. Some wealthy capitalists one day visited his village, and he got a glimpse into how they made their money as they spent time teaching him how capitalism works. At first he was fascinated.
Over time, he started postulating about how there were holes in their descriptions of their own wealth creation. He mused that they must be full of shit. It would never work the way they said it would. His mind wandered to all of the possibilities for failure. All the reasons it would fail. All the fears about worst case scenarios. All the reasons he couldn't start. He even started laughing about their foolishness. He mocked their concepts of wealth creation. He marveled at how stupid they were. It could never work. Surely they were fools. What they said was pure nonsense.
That night, he went to sleep on the dirt floor of his mud hut, content in his intellectual superiority.
Over time, he started postulating about how there were holes in their descriptions of their own wealth creation. He mused that they must be full of shit. It would never work the way they said it would. His mind wandered to all of the possibilities for failure. All the reasons it would fail. All the fears about worst case scenarios. All the reasons he couldn't start. He even started laughing about their foolishness. He mocked their concepts of wealth creation. He marveled at how stupid they were. It could never work. Surely they were fools. What they said was pure nonsense.
That night, he went to sleep on the dirt floor of his mud hut, content in his intellectual superiority.