The morning bell tolls. Well actually, the NASDAQ doesn’t have a physical floor. Like everything else it’s symbolic. It’s a mass liturgy of belief, panic, and prophecy.

 NASDAQ, the first electronic environmental condition broadcasting collective desire. A prayer loop of the collective desire for growth. Strapped to our mini altars, Bloomberg terminals, a nervous system extension, telling us if our prayers were heard or if we’re fired.

My boss told me the myth of the market over lunch sacraments, his more unholy than mine - the myth, he said, tells us who we are, what matters, when/what to feel, and whether he can afford his kids $140k middle school tuition.