The market's latest frame of mind seems reminiscent of a passage from Emily Dickinson's poem "After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes".
This is the Hour of Lead -
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow -
First - Chill - then Stupor - then
the letting go.
The words from the omnificent Emily Dickinson are indeed apropos at the
time of your post. However, I feel that given the hour, Emily describes
our current market condition better when she said; "Hope is the thing
with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without
words, and never stops at all."
Thats right Birch, the futures fill my soul with hope.
I hear them singing a tune tune without words and
one can only pray they will never stop going up.
Hells Bells, I'll settle for 4:00pm (4:20pm for the IFunders). :toung: