Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
Logic has deserted markets. Irrationality is the order of the day. Woe to anyone trying to make sense out of the chaos that now passes
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