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In 2013, Nassim Taleb gave a 53-min Stanford masterclass on why chaos makes some businesses stronger. His ideas: - The coffee cup that survives 4 million hits - Why helicopter engineers ride their own machines - The country where nobody knows the president 12 lessons on risk:

The Trump administration summoned a Vatican diplomat to the Pentagon, and during the tense meeting a U.S. official invoked the Avignon Papacy. On July 4, the American pope will be in Lampedusa -- he didn't pick that date by accident. @TheFP thefp.com/p/why-the-vati…

Nobody talks about this. A 1998 masterclass where Warren Buffett explains how to never lose money investing. Watch this before your next trade. Rare lecture. 1 hour. Pure investing principles. Must Watch. The game isn’t about making money. It’s about not losing it when others do.

"If you're not having fun, you're not learning. There's a pleasure in finding things out." - Richard Feynman

In 2008, Malcolm Gladwell explained that success is not just talent or hard work, but also the system around you, and these 12 lessons can change how you see it forever 💡

A demonstration of untangling using topology

If God wanted us to have an opinion on everything, he wouldn’t have given us the 🤷 emoji.

This by Rheinmetall CEO is precisely the arrogance that will come to haunt 🇩🇪. It was arrogance vis-à-vis Chinese competitors that helped bring German carmakers in the ditch they are in. And it‘s this type of arrogance vis-à-vis lessons learned by Ukrainians that will cost us.

Newsom claps back at Axelrod and others who have criticized some of how Newsom has gone after Trump. Axe recently said: “Haven't we seen enough self-puffery?…This, 'Why can't people just be as courageous as ME?' routine is tedious."

Gráfica del día | Mar 25, 2026 petroleumag.com/grafica-del-di…

It's been exactly three weeks since the war on Iran began, and it's easier to tell what's going on militarily than it is politically. Sky's Michael Clarke gives his analysis on the latest developments on day 21 of the Iran war. 🔗 trib.al/vxbsQhi

#Pronto🇪🇨 Cayó la Factoria compañía que movió $1, 700 millones de dólares, fue proveedora de alimentación del sistema carcelario adivinen quién , es el abogado Y por qué odia tanto al gobierno del, presidente @DanielNoboaOk Joffre campaña @joffrecampana Ahora qué dirá?..⏬

This will not end well for us.

@athenaeumbc Nietzsche wrote about this vitalized spirit of the Greeks that propelled them to greatness…

@athenaeumbc And no one portrayed this scene better than Kirk Douglas youtu.be/BkWthM8pf-M?is…

@athenaeumbc Power reveals itself last

@athenaeumbc Knowing when to get angry is the key. Not too early nor too late.

A powerful scene in the Odyssey happens when Odysseus finally returns to Ithaca after twenty years of war and wandering. You would expect the story to end with celebration, with the hero coming home, the family reunited, and order restored. Homer does something far stranger. Odysseus arrives disguised as a beggar, because Athena warns him that the palace has been taken over by more than a hundred suitors who have been living there for years, eating his food, drinking his wine, and pressuring his wife Penelope to marry one of them. They believe Odysseus is dead and in their minds the kingdom is already theirs. So the king of Ithaca walks through his own halls dressed in rags while the men stealing his house sit comfortably at his tables. They mock him, throw scraps at him, and one of them even strikes him, and Odysseus takes it. That is the remarkable part, because the same man who blinded the Cyclops and survived twenty years of disasters now stands quietly while strangers insult him in his own home. Homer tells us his heart burns inside his chest and that he wants to attack them immediately, yet he restrains himself and waits. Instead of striking, Odysseus studies the room carefully. He counts the men, watches their habits, and quietly observes which servants remain loyal and which have betrayed him. The hero of the Odyssey does something most people cannot do, which is delay revenge until the moment is right. Eventually Penelope announces a contest and brings out Odysseus’ great bow, declaring that she will marry the man who can string it and shoot an arrow through twelve axe heads lined up in a row. One by one the suitors try and fail, because none of them can even bend the bow. Then the beggar asks for a turn. The suitors laugh at first, but the bow is eventually handed to him. Odysseus takes it in his hands and strings it effortlessly. Homer says the sound of the bowstring tightening rings through the hall like the note of a swallow. Then he places an arrow on the string and sends it cleanly through all twelve axe heads. In that moment the beggar disappears. Odysseus turns the bow toward the suitors and reveals who he is. What follows is one of the most brutal scenes in Greek literature. The doors are sealed and the suitors realize too late that they are trapped inside the hall. Odysseus, his son Telemachus, and two loyal servants begin killing them one by one. There is no escape, no mercy, and no negotiation. The men who spent years consuming another man’s house die inside it. It is a violent ending, but Homer wants you to understand something important. The real danger to Odysseus was never just the monsters and storms on the long journey home. It was the possibility that someone else might take his place while he was gone. When Odysseus finally returns, he reminds everyone in Ithaca of a simple truth: a man’s home is not truly his unless he is willing to fight for it.

Aprendí a jugar a tenis mientras caían bombas. Tenía seis años y vivía en Belgrado. Afuera, los aviones de la OTAN cruzaban el cielo. Mi madre nos bajaba al sótano cuando sonaban las sirenas. Olía a humedad y a miedo. Pero entre alarma y alarma, yo salía. Había una piscina vacía, abandonada, cerca de casa. Sin agua. Solo hormigón agrietado y un eco perfecto. Agarraba mi raqueta y golpeaba pelotas contra esa pared, una y otra vez, mientras el mundo que me rodeaba se desmoronaba. Nadie me enseñó. No había academia. No había entrenador con metodología ni planificación anual. Solo había ese sonido: toc, toc, toc, que era lo único sobre lo que yo tenía control absoluto. Mi familia no tenía dinero para mandarme a entrenar en el extranjero como los niños que después serían mis rivales. Mis padres convirtieron su restaurante en un hogar para que yo pudiera seguir jugando. Lo apostaron todo. Todo. Hubo noches en las que escuché a mi padre hablar en voz baja, preocupado, pensando que yo dormía. No dormía. Escuché todo. Y decidí que su sacrificio no podía terminar en nada. Hoy tengo más Grand Slams que cualquier ser humano en la historia de este deporte. Pero cuando alguien me pregunta de dónde saco la mentalidad para no rendirme nunca en una final, no pienso en tácticas ni en psicología deportiva. Pienso en esa piscina vacía. Pienso en el olor a sótano. Pienso en el sonido de los aviones. Las mejores fortalezas mentales no se construyen en academias de élite, se construyen en los lugares donde no te quedó otra opción que seguir golpeando la pared. Novak Djokovic 🇷🇸