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The value of money

The value of money

moneyMy money’s worthless. But that’s ok, because so are yours. Or rather, they have exactly the value you think they have. Which is a pretty neat trick to pull for a piece of paper.

The main purpose of any commercial enterprise in this world is to make money. Or, to translate in marketspeak, to create value for their customers, and thus create value for themselves. This value is created by you, me, and anybody else who works for a living, by converting our time and skills into products that are useful for other companies and/or other human beings. This has always been so. In the past it was worth knowing how to plow a field, how to shoot a bow, how to distinguish the really bad mushrooms from the merely poisoned ones. These were all skills one could turn into profit.

Enter the banks. Banks do not create value directly, by themselves, but rather help create value, by lending money to active companies and individuals that need money to exercise their skills in order to create value. In return, a portion of this value returns to the bank. Banks also help people save money, and pay interest for the right to use those money for lending. In effect, banks are vast meeting places, where the people that need money meet the people that have money to the mutual benefit of both parties.

Or at least, that’s the theory. In reality banks are no longer safeguarding and managing other people’s money. Banks have and produce value in themselves, above and beyond what is needed to function as a bank. They use their guarantees and deposits as assets, which can themselves become guarantees if the bank itself needs to borrow money. And past events teach us that this reality is quite prone to abuse, often with catastrophic results.

It all boils right back down to value. Since value is a subjective property, driven by the marketplace’s two opposing forces, Fear and respectively Greed, there is always a risk factor involved when evaluating the value of an asset or investment. Take salt, for example.

Salt is now by and large a commodity, to be picked up once a month at the grocer’s and passed around at the dinner table. But it wasn’t always so. Before we discovered how to extract salt from the sea, the only way to acquire salt was to dig deep in the earth an pray for a salt vein. Salt was expensive, treasured. Wars were fought for control over salt mines. And to spill the salt was to invite serious trouble upon oneself.

Now imagine that you would buy a salt mine mere days before the sea salt extraction process came into power. Your rock-solid investment, 100% guaranteed profitable by a thousand years of history will become a loser overnight. Your net worth would plummet accordingly. Any loans that may have been available to you against that mine are now a pipe dream, and if you’re really unlucky you have your creditors knocking at your door.

Those were the salt bubble days. We’re now in the housing bubble days. There also were a dot com bubble, an Asian market bubble, an African lending bubble and lots and lots of other smaller bubbles, distanced about 10 years apart. Each of these bubbles was new and unexpected. Each of these bubbles taught us absolutely nothing about risk management in the marketplace. And if you disagree, get in touch; I can tell you all about some really hot opportunities – biotech startups, gene sequencing, next-gen targeted viruses… the way of the future, man! You can’t afford to miss it!

The fear factor

The fear factor

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BE AFRAID! BE VERY AFRAID!

There. With this paragraph I’ve synthesized most of the “real world” news I’ve read, heard or seen during the past year. Why waste your time with a news outlet? Just get a big poster of whatever used to scare the bejeezus out of you when you were a kid and stare at that for 2 seconds every morning, in lieu of the morning paper. Cut off the middleman.

Don’t misunderstand me; there’s nothing wrong with fear. Fear is a healthy sentiment, and it proved most useful in keeping our ancestors alive during their times of strife. You might even say that fear was bestowed upon us by eons of natural selection. For while the fearful hunter yelled in terror and headed for the hills upon hearing a soft whooshing sound through the tall grass, the fearless stayed behind and met the sabretooth head-on… and not much was heard of him since.

Fear itself has little to do with reason. And it is reasoning you must, when faced with what passes for news these days. Airplane crash! Credit crisis! Earthquake! War! Famine! Global warming! More war! Peak oil! Nuclear weapons! And then you munch another donut, or spoonful of cereal, or you take another sip of tall decaf skinny latte, and you think to yourself: dude, the world is going to end! Act! Act now! Don’t stop to think, for all will be lost!

Yes, you actually do start thinking in exclamation marks. And there are very few things more annoying than otherwise sane and reasonable people buying into this mass hysteria. And letting themselves be bullied and pushed around like sheep, giving up hard-earned rights, accepting preposterous wars and frightful measures, all in the name of deliverance. Deliverance for fear.

For what does a happy sheep do? It, well, eats, but not only; it might run, jump around the place, socialize with other sheep – even with ewes of different color, oh my! – maybe get into meaningful discussions with the dog and the donkey over whether The Shepherd exists, and should we all believe in him unquestioningly. Compare this with the fearful sheep, going with the herd, not stopping to think or to question – and over the cliff they all go, to salvaaaatiiooooooooooo [splat].

Fear built armies. Fear elected presidents. Fear bought insurance. Fear kicked you out of the subway when those dodgy-looking kids got on. Afraid of being poor. Afraid of being lonely. Afraid of being, pure and simple, afraid of even thinking about life and the meaning of it all, for fear of finding out it was all in vain. A whole bloody world just quaking in its boots, and never stopping to think and ask: what are we so afraid of?

Well, hello world. It’s the 21st century. The 6000 year old human civilization has conquered the Earth. Don’t you think it’s about time we start conquering our fear?