[H]istory cannot lend itself to experimentation. But... is potent enough... to eventually bury the bad guy. Bad trades catch up with you... Mathemati… - Nassim Nicholas Taleb

A reminder that the job of the government is to deliver Peace and Prosperity.

Procrustes, in Greek mythology, was the cruel owner of a small estate in Corydalus in Attica, on the way between Athens and Eleusis, where the mystery rites were performed. Procrustes had a peculiar sense of hospitality: he abducted travelers, provided them with a generous dinner, then invited them to spend the night in a rather special bed. He wanted the bed to fit the traveler to perfection. Those who were too tall had their legs chopped off with a sharp hatchet; those who were too short were stretched (his name was said to be Damastes, or Polyphemon, but he was nicknamed Procrustes, which meant “the stretcher”).

There is something nonphilosophical about investing one’s pride and ego into a “my house/ library/ car is bigger than that of others in my category” — it is downright foolish to claim to be first in one’s category all the while sitting on a time bomb.