"The Lord requires you to act justly, and to love kindness and mercy, and to walk humbly with your God."
Micah 6:8
"The dazzling and consuming act of pride that transformed the angel of light into a prince of darkness condemned him to an insatiable, desperate to acquire. The loss of the wellspring of life gives rise to an essentially inextinguishable thirst. The entire world can not fill the emptiness. Having fallen from the eternal, Satan's desires are endless and insatiable. Having fallen from pure Being, he seeks to possess. All he takes into himself he destroys."
Denis de Rougemont, Switzerland, 1944
“Addiction might be the best word to explain the lostness that so deeply permeates society. Our addiction make us cling to what the world proclaims as the keys to self-fulfillment: accumulation of wealth and power; attainment of status and admiration; lavish consumption of food and drink, and sexual gratification without distinguishing between lust and love. These addictions create expectations that cannot but fail to satisfy our deepest needs.
As long as we live within the world's delusions, our addictions condemn us to futile quests leaving us to face an endless series of disillusionments while our sense of self remains unfulfilled. In these days of increasing addictions, we have wandered far away from our Father's home. The addicted life can aptly be designated a life lived in 'a distant country.' It is from there that our cry for deliverance rises up.”
Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Return of the Prodigal Son
"All sin, indeed, when repented of, He will put away; but pride hardens the heart against repentance, and sensuality debases it to a brutal nature."
John Henry Newman
"Almighty God lets the sinner go his own way, for He has given to man free-will, and does not want a forced obedience, but an obedience springing from love. The sinner falls under the dominance of Satan, and becomes the slave of his lowest passions, which are signified by the swine which the prodigal was forced to feed. But the more he obeys his passions, the more dissatisfied he becomes. He feels an emptiness and spiritual hunger in his heart which he is powerless to satisfy. He only knows that he is miserable, and hateful to himself."
Friedrich Justus Knecht, The Prodigal Son, 1910
Turn away from the fatal embrace of your empty desires, your gripes and petty peeves, and come home.
With loving kindness, in joy and forgiveness, you will be received into the house that has been prepared by your loving father.
Do not think, 'Forgiven? I can never be forgiven.' Or in the hardened hearts, 'Forgiven? I have done nothing wrong. I only did what was necessary for myself and my family. And I dealt with others in the world with God's own justice as is my right.'
Come home, and be forgiven. Angels will rejoice and the devils will curse and grind their teeth.
The hour is growing late. This is the twilight of the gods of the world.
Time to come home.
Stocks popped wildly higher in the overnight futures, with the beat in the Micron earnings sparked hopes in an extension of the Tech Bubble part deux, aka AI Über alles.
This on top of 'reasonably good news' on the economy this morning.
Not constructive for the bullish agenda.
Bitcoin has dropped to the bottom of its intermediate trading range.
Gold and silver bounced back a bit on this option expiration day on the Comex.
These expirations often mark bottoms. We may get another 'gut punch' to test the resolve of those few brave souls who took fresh futures contracts from in the money calls.
VIX went higher.
A ship was stopped by force in the Strait of Hormuz today as it tried to move past the Iranian position through the US recommended southern portion of the channel.
Risks are wildly mispriced. The tech bubble seems to be topping, judging by all those 'well reasoned' pieces coming out now saying that it isn't.
The numbers don't lie. But they can be useful accoutrements to embellish the lures of the Wall Street bubblemeisters.
The hour is growing late. This is the twilight of the gods of the world.
But your soul will still be, even as the stars burn out, and scatter into dust.
Repent your prodigal heart, and come home.
Have a pleasant evening.




















