In the great game, the most dangerous moment is not when the opponent threatens, but when one’s own advantage begins to look more secure than it really is.
Do we even know what the first Industrial Revolution was, or is it only now, on the threshold of a new one, that we hear the grinding of its machines through the hum of our own?
The world’s chokepoints are not merely decisive energy lines. Sometimes they are doors through which a great power enters as a master - and leaves as a memory.
One morning in 1941, Iran woke up between two armies. It was not an enemy, not an ally — it was a necessity.
One morning, no one will get up anymore. Not once they realize it was all rigged, and that the rigging barely differs from country to country, or from system to system.
Economies sometimes do not crack with a bang, but through hidden accumulation on the balance sheet. The most dangerous moment is when everyone still behaves as if nothing has changed.
