I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat chocolate blunts will make me see him drop in my weed smoke - Nassim Nicholas Taleb

My dream — the solution — is that we would have a National Entrepreneur Day, with the following message: Most of you will fail, disrespected, impoverished, but we are grateful for the risks you are taking and the sacrifices you are making for the sake of the economic growth of the planet and pulling others out of poverty. You are at the source of our antifragility. Our nation thanks you.

Public companies, like human cells, are programmed for apoptosis, suicide through debt and hidden risks. Bailouts invest the process with a historical dimension.

Injecting some confusion stabilizes the system. Indeed, confusing people a little bit is beneficial — it is good for you and good for them. For an application of the point in daily life, imagine someone extremely punctual and predictable who comes home at exactly six o’clock every day for fifteen years. You can use his arrival to set your watch. The fellow will cause his family anxiety if he is barely a few minutes late. Someone with a slightly more volatile — hence unpredictable — schedule, with, say, a half-hour variation, won’t do so.