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Alphabet (GOOG) (GOOGL), that sprawling octopus of innovation, dabbles in everything from self-driving cars to YouTube cat videos. Yet its lifeblood remains the humble ad-those digital totems that blink and beckon across the vast plains of Google Search. The market, ever the nervous courtier, frets that generative AI might one day render this kingdom obsolete, reducing its revenue streams to a trickle. And yet, here we find Alphabet trading at a beggar’s cloak price-19 times forward earnings, a pittance compared to the S&P 500‘s 24. A bargain, perhaps, or a siren’s song?

Yet, there is a more refined approach-rather than relentlessly hunting individual stars in the firmament, why not indulge in the collective elegance of a basket, a curated ensemble of the market’s most promising progeny, embodied in an exchange-traded fund? This is the art of doing less and gaining more: selling your soul to the collective, and in doing so, reducing the chaos of trading to a faint regret. Such a strategy, if executed with a modicum of patience, can embroider your long-term tapestry with modest, yet persistent, gains. After all, the turbulent froth of constant trading is the true enemy of wealth’s gentle accumulation.

The alchemy of mental health, productivity, and perpetual connection has birthed a new breed of consumer totems. Early signs suggest people will pay for this salvation, though whether it is worth the price is another matter.

Before the numbers rolled out, I took a moment to consider three vital gauges-revenue growth, customer expansion, and the company’s backlog-like a good old boy eyeing a new tractor. And wouldn’t you know it, Palantir outperformed expectations on all fronts, which is just fancy talk for “they’re doing better than the folks with the calculators thought they would.” No wonder the share prices are pushing new all-time highs-like a gambler convinced he’s found the fountain of youth.

It was, in fact, the 11th consecutive quarter in which Buffett, the grandmaster of the ‘wait and see’ philosophy, turned his gaze away from the investment horizon’s bright shimmer and instead turned his attention to the contents of his cash cavern-$344 billion of it. That’s enough to bribe every wizard in the Guild of Alchemists and still have enough left over to buy a small country, or at least a really nice island with a golf course on it. During this period, he bought a modest $4 billion worth of stocks but was unambiguously eager to part company with about $7 billion worth-an act of financial spring cleaning that might have even made the Dowager Countess of Downton proud.