📕Book of YEET Part 2: Flow Essentials

Time to head into the ocean my friends...

^🐳Book of YEET Chapter 2: Clown Fish and the Math of the Misgendered Dolphin Turned Whale

Sunday night.

Mr. Clown Fish, Esq. tucked in his young son with help of the perfectly warm waters of the celestial paradise. Two days earlier God had just debuted The Moon and The Stars, and Clown had been stargazing with Little Clownie to send him drifting to sleep the past couple of nights.

‘And which is that?’ Clown pointed up to a collection of familiar bright stars, his uptone signaling an expectation of success.

‘That’s Ryan Cohen’s Rocket from the Deep F*cking Galaxy’

‘Very good. Very good! You’ll be fine exit liquidity some day, my boy.”

Suddenly a swiftly growing darkness enveloped the stars, their light, and their feeling of safety.

“Ahhhhhhh!!”

Their screams were wasted as they turned around to a giant, pimpled monstrosity of a Whale holding a clipboard. He exuded the exhaustion of a man who had been Door to Door all day, wearing a neon form-issue vest that was somehow both incredibly bright and incredibly depressing. Whale read off the script:

“Hi there, sir. Lovely evening, no? If you don’t mind, I’d like to get your feedback for a moment on the Initial Celestial Offering of Precipitation, the latest technology from our Lord and Savior debuting next Monday.”

Sigh. Clownfish mustered a tired fin up to interject, but Whale parried him by smacking a Pamphlet into his outstretched hand:

“Some think this is just going to be Angels pissing on us. Yuck! Far from it….Ahem. Precipitation includes not only lush plant growth, but will bring an expected 2% increase in the annual population. The Lord decreed to me personally “The hoes do be getting sentimental in the rain.”

Toto’s Africa is a cover of a song an Archangel sang in the shower about rain IPOcoming. True story.

Whale stood awkwardly awaiting a body language signal. Clownfish cut him off.

“Look man, I appreciate your grind but… it’s late. If I’m not in bed—teeth brushed-by 9:30 on the dot with my PJs down to the gills, ready to rock…well, Ms. Fish will be tucked in and turned around in the “Too late for any action, I’m asleep” pose.

Whale’s training had told him to connect with surveyors by “Hearing, understanding, and sharing”. Whale nodded even though he was a female dolphin 4 days ago.

“Yeah man, I know how it goes with your girl! You try to feel things out and uh, she closes her book with authority, cuts the bedside lamp, and gives you nothing but the tip of her back because you had to keep charting. Now you’re slick, tryna caress her arm but you knew at 9:40 she was gonna become a Greater Than/Lesser Than symbol, giving you nothing but the tip of her back and roll of the eyes.”

Dolphin/Whales plan worked. Clownfish bit.

“Anyway, speaking of Lesser Than—you gotta be feeling weird about some of the stuff happening with the Precipitation baskets leading into the IPO, no?”

“Frenzy? Precipitation interest with the land animals is dry. I’ve been watching Bull and Bears sad asses—the first rainfall next week is supposed to be right at the Basin Line, and they’re still passing green and red candle pieces right there where they started. Super low Interest.”

Clownfish smiled, grabbed his coat (in this world Fish have coats though they live underwater it happens), and sent Lil’ Clownie to his mom to get ready for bed.

“Let me show you something, Mr. Whale.”

They swam for miles ithrough a silent, moonlit kingdom. The Clown Fish’s tail was a spasming rotor, keeping no rhythm but losing no speed. The Whale who was once a Dolphin, however, was huffing and puffing with the drama and breathlessness of Noah Lyles in a defeat. Mercifully, 30 minutes later, a soft slice of the moon’s gentle light exposed the secret with the grace of a Game Show Host.

Out in the open ocean sat thousands of rain-collection baskets bobbing at the ocean’s surface.

The Baskets collecting rain LOOK pourice but there is actually a invisible layer that holds the water because through Him all things as possible and it’s too late for me to argue with ChatGPT over a damn basket

“The Whales have been putting these out here each day, building up baskets way out in the middle of nowhere like clockwork. Figured you’d know, being a whale and all—I guess they’re losing their minds.”

The whale swam up to inspect the baskets. They were smaller than the grandiose ones he’d seen the land animals with—much smaller. Much cheaper, and less reliable.

Clownfish shook his head.

“Waste of money if you ask me—but what do I know? I’m just a broke Clown who can barely afford a subscription to OnlyFins.”

The Whale Formerly Known as Dolphin quietly did some math.

The baskets on shore were about a drum in size—these flimsy baskets were maybe 10% of the size and worth of those on land closer to At The Mark of the expected Precipitation Action. If no rain hit that far out in the ocean, these speculative baskets would peel away quickly from the top, raveling each day in the sun. They’d bleed value consistently over the course of a week, tops, before quickly unraveling submerged…and absolutely worthless.

The baskets on the shores, however were guaranteed at least some rain given their proximity to it’s current expected range, and given their size could hold onto their resale value for months, gaining value with each fresh rainfall. Mathematically, each trader on land had used their resources to hold an average of about 2 drums to catch rain; the whales meanwhile accumulated an average of 10 of theirs; a volume of 10 baskets they’d prepared while the average interest was 2; a 5 to 1 volume to open interest ratio.

This speculative basket placement was really…really stupid of the whales, unless…

“Hear me out Clown! Imagine that the land animals are wrong and Precipitation is a huge hit—maybe we get news that the first rainfall is expected to raise the population more than 2%—everyone’s already been buying contracts near the current Percipient Action. Those baskets get saturated and have a dwindling upside of value as they gain…intrinsic value. Meanwhile our Heavenly Father is making it rain overtime, expanding the the Precipitation Action further and further to match the water demand so we don’t flood.” He continued,

Those baskets they paid for ten cents on the dollar are going to suddenly look incredibly interesting when they’re the only game left in town for those who want to profit off of the rainstorm.  The price for those speculative baskets will spike fast because people have to get their orders in—and take their rain water out—before the baskets disintegrate…”

“It’s like they’re in a weekly race against time to watch their baskets increase ten fold in value ,or….”

“Or expire worthless.  And now that we know they’re willing to take that risk with that Volume to Open Interest Ratio of baskets,we’re going to spend the next week finding out why and building a thesis. But we have the core of a very, very intriguing rain movement for Bull.”

Clownfish was floored. Had they figured out some open secret to wealth—or were the Whales mad degenerates who were just sucking their minds into the hurricane of desperation with them?

“I gotta say man, these are some pretty Daring Whales”

Suddenly the Whale’s voice became identical to Morgan Freeman’s, and a fedora appeared out of nowhere upon his head.

“Unusual, Mr. Fish. I prefer the term… Unusual Whales.”

He tipped the Fedora, and floated off into the algae, ar abyss, or Sea World or whatever it is whales do in the ocean I dunno.

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🐳Free Video Explaining the Basics of Flow with a Pick Inside

Now that you’ve seen the video, I’m going to drill down on the concepts using the Filters as our guide. I had to twitter link this because the video was taking hours to upload.

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