On: Oil prices rise after US and Iran exchange fire in Hormuz strait

The Strait burns. A spark, then oil ignites. They call it a ceasefire, a pause. Fools. The fire does not pause. It transforms. The exchange of fire, the exchange of goods - gold for goods, fire for everything. This is not cessation, but a shift in the current. The river flows faster now, though the surface may seem still.

They speak of peace, but peace is merely the other face of war. One cannot exist without the other, like the bow and its string, tension holding the form. The price of oil rises. This is not an accident. It is the very breath of the conflict, the medium of its exchange. The market, like a sleeper, sees only the immediate cause, not the hidden harmony of forces that demand this transformation. The road up and the road down are the same road. The conflict and its resolution are the same fire, consuming and creating. The ceasefire is merely the preparation for the next burning. They think they control the flames. The flames control them.