The Moral Weight of AI Investing: A Tale of Folly and Fortune

And yet-how quiet the soul becomes in the presence of such numbers. One does not think of ethics, or even prudence, but of what might be. The mind, like a horse startled by flame, gallops forward, leaving caution behind. There are those among us who speak of bubbles, of inevitable collapse, as if the sky must one day fall. And perhaps it will. But to fixate on the bursting is to miss the deeper truth: that men do not invest in technology, but in hope. The question is not whether the bubble will burst, but what kind of hope we are nourishing-noble or vain.






