Listen to yourself. You're connecting a computer bug I had with a computer bug you might have had and some religious hogwash. You want to find the number 216 in the world, you will be able to find it everywhere. 216 steps from a mere street corner to your front door. 216 seconds you spend riding on the elevator. When your mind becomes obsessed with anything, you will filter everything else out and find that thing everywhere. --- But Max, as soon as you discard scientific rigor, you're no longer a mathematician, you're a numerologist.

You'd think someone would have thought to take some notes at the dawn of time. Confusion would be totally unnecessary if whoever this first someone was had have had a bit of foresight and kept some minutes so we could all know who, what, when, where, how, and why we are. But the mysteries give us our beautiful confusion, and wonder must be the primary blessing. I mean, time wasn't time until someone thought of it as such. So the dawn of time was the dawn of life, in some sense of the word. Sensing time passing, right? And therefore, before that there was no time. My first thought would have been, "This is really somethin, I best take a note."
Instead we're left to wonder (wander?), spider-silk harvested from goats. Factory farms at all even really. The phrase has a great ring to it: "factory farm." But food isn't even really "food" food. Why do the Sunnis and Shi'as hate each other again, in what seems like such an intuitive way? And Easter Island? Deep lakes on the moon of Saturn? The moon? Israel? White privilege, the pyramids? Rasputin, Nostradamus, the Bible?

9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly, daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see. But something else had changed inside of me.

What is it about fire? So calm and peaceful but... inside, all power and destruction. It's hiding something. Just like people do. Sometimes you have to get close to find what's inside. Sometimes you have to get burned to see the truth.

So, what about the stock market? The universe of numbers that represents the global economy. Millions of hands at work, billions of minds. A vast network, screaming with life. An organism. A natural organism. My hypothesis: Within the stock market, there is a pattern as well... Right in front of me... hiding behind the numbers. Always has been. 12:50, press return.

there is a pattern, an order, underlying every go game. Maybe that pattern is like the pattern in the stock market, in the Torah. this two sixteen number.
-this is insanity, Max
-or maybe it's genious