Cataklaus: Noiseless Investing

A mask of flesh, a fleeting name, The dreamer hides within the game. A thousand roles, a thousand tries, God awakens through disguise. The wave believes it’s lost at sea, Yet all along the ocean’s   me . What if you are God dreaming you are human? Not as something to believe blindly, but as a playful idea to sit with, a thought experiment that might just make this strange life feel richly meaningful. If you were infinite, omniscient, omnipotent, eternal, you’d be bored out of your divine mind. Everything perfect, nothing to surprise you. So what would you do? Invent the ultimate game. Hide from yourself. Forget who you are. Pretend to be the unseen actor behind every human, animal, star, and tree. You’d lose yourself so completely in the role that the masks hold you. This is the cosmic mystery of   Leela , or   divine play,  a Hindu concept where the world is creation’s playful expression, not duty.  Death? It’s just the curtain falling, the mask lifting. The dr...

  The mind runs fast, the body stays still,     Dreams whisper louder than a daily will. You climb for heights no one else can see, A fight with yourself is the true victory. Here’s a truth that stings: most of us fight the wrong war. We chase enemies outside, competition, bad bosses, traffic, politics, when the real battle is within. That’s the thread running through this talk: stop trying to beat the world, and start mastering yourself. Think about it. Every setback you’ve faced, every spiral, every time you thought,   “If only the world was different…”,  what if the real problem wasn’t out there? What if the obstacle was your own lack of focus, patience, or control? The speaker makes it clear: discipline is the ultimate leverage. One simple way to build it daily is through a structured   discipline and focus journal   that keeps your actions aligned with your goals. You don’t need to fight ten enemies when you can cut off the one inside that sa...

  Love Without If Not a bargain, not a chain, Not the cure for all your pain. It doesn’t beg, it doesn’t bind, It simply  is —a state of mind. Like rivers flowing, stars above, No need to hold. That’s real love. Everyone says they want love. But peel back the layers and ask  what kind of love?  And the answers get slippery. Is it action? Is it a feeling? A choice? Security? Sacrifice? The trouble is, each answer breaks down under pressure. Action without soul feels mechanical. Feelings fade. Choices can be unchosen. Security often smothers the very aliveness we crave. So what is  real  love? Here’s the hard truth: most of what we call love is a deal dressed up in emotion. "I’ll give you my warmth if you give me certainty. I’ll stay if you play the role in the story I’ve built since childhood." That’s not love. That’s negotiation. Real love begins precisely where the deal collapses. It isn’t about control, protection, or possession. It doesn’t announce itsel...

  The Quiet Victory When storms arrive, I stand and breathe, Not every wound means I must bleed. The world may twist, the road may bend, But loss and gain are not the end. I plant my roots where shadows fade, And grow from choices I have made. For every fall, a seed will rise, Beneath the soil, I touch the skies.         Ever notice how life feels like it’s split into opposites? Light and dark. Good and bad. Pleasure and pain. It’s easy to think these things are separate, like they’re fighting each other. But here’s the twist: they’re not enemies. They’re two sides of the same thing. Alan Watts once explained it using the warp and woof of weaving. If you’ve ever looked closely at fabric, you know it’s made from two threads crossing each other. Pull one out, and the other falls apart. Life’s like that, every “good” thing depends on a “bad” thing to exist, and vice versa. It’s not about picking one and avoiding the other. It’s about seeing that they’re i...