In…

…quasi anonymity…

…I write.

There’s something about anonymity.

Peace.

Quiet.

Silence.

Freedom.

No tug of war. Push nor pull. No vested interests.

Near zero…

…expectations.

Writing…

…for the joy of writing…

…has immense innate power.

One can veer into a turn and explore there, to heart’s content.

Then one can veer off into another avenue, that has caught one’s fancy.

Layers unpeel.

Truths reveal.

Axioms get defined.

Prior axioms are debunked.

A hypothesis develops into something bigger – a chronology – methodology – system.

Fine-tuning happens while writing itself.

System gets refined.

More nitty-gritty refinement.

System becomes profitable.

Paper trade away. Ongoing dialogue with AI. Blogging layer is a given.

Eventually, system, consistently profitable on paper, goes live.

Writing has, one needs to acknowledge, contributed comprehensively.

The same quasi anonymous writing.

Ya, this very writing.

Ya, this same very…

…Magic Bull…

…has become the lifeblood of successful systems, one after another.

That’s the purpose of this writing, that’s the podium finish, and its all unfolding, right before your eyes, if you choose to look.

Days will become months will become years, and piece upon piece, a lot more is going to construct and play out, and yes, that’s a simultaneous purpose, to allow anyone and everyone to benefit from this space, for the sheer joy of it.

I’d like you to understand, that…

…my anonymity is NOT a negative.

It’s been scoffed at before.

I’m used to my anonymity being ridiculed.

It’s ok.

Ridicule gives me solid ammunition.

Ammunition to perform…

…nay…

outperform.