
Consider the time-honored parable of the $300 stake planted in 1986, now a sapling grown into a titan of $1.4 million. A tale as old as the S&P 500 itself, yet one that whispers to the trader’s ear: compounding is a patient beast, but patience is a fickle mistress. Now, with a market cap of $3.65 trillion, Microsoft struts like a colossus, its shadow stretching across continents. But does such gargantuan scale not invite the law of large numbers to play its grim reprise? The question, of course, is not whether growth is possible, but whether the tempo of its past crescendo can be matched in an era where even the moon feels too small for the dance.