Economy is the pet subject.
It kindles both awe and inspiration.
David callaway’s write up in Market watch ” Rushing to see the apocalypse” excels in lucid description
His distinctive style is found in his presentation ,which is a beautiful mix up of economy and imagery.
The engulfing flame of the Angel island looks like the portfolio of a buddy scorched by the inferno raging globally.
It is a beautiful illustration and a rich comparison.
Fire is a great destroyer.
It chars its hold to ashes.
Investors money have been eroded to embers.
He jots down another striking phenomenon, by catching a glimpse of the passers by,
These workers nodded and laughed knowingly, unmindful of the burning fire,and headed to the boat.
It seemed something natural, something common, something that needs little attention, something that will find a regular close,something that cannot be prevented, something that is unavoidable.
Economy is one such thing , that will settle perfectly , if left alone.
The ups and downs in the indices’s, job displacement, wage losses.industrial disaster are all part of the game.
History is the best teacher.
It tells us of recession, of booms, of falls , of glory,,of wars ,of peace, of fights, of reunion, of turbulence, and of prosperity.
Life is punctuated by prosperity and penury.
Business is alternated by success and failures.
Oil , which was as high as 150$, is now at he level of 75$.
Did anyone imagine?
Stock market highs were a mere speculation.
Stock markets low are but a nostalgic fact.
Callaway concludes with a note of hope.
While returning home ,before sunset, he saw the charred remains of the Angel Island.,and wondered how many years it would take the island to resurrect. and regain its charm.
The next days paper was an eye opener, The experts had said that grass will grow during winter when rain comes-and look normal during spring.
I am reminded of the famous line
“when winter comes can summer be far behind?”
I recollect Newton’s law of motion.
“For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
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