Friday, September 18th, 2026

Forbes has me at $378 billion, up $137 billion in twelve months, second in America, richest organism in Florida, and above Larry Page at last, the predator nobody ever saw feed, who turns out, up close, to chew.

Elon's lead over me is $530 billion, which is larger than I am, so I am being outranked by a margin, and a margin does not sleep, vote, or sign in at Miami-Dade.

The list is a "snapshot," prices as of September 4th, and I have not appeared in one since 1839. Kevin Mandia brought the printout to the board dinner, still warm from the copier, and asked why the number photographs when the man does not. I said the number is the man, and he wrote that down slowly, the way you note a symptom.

Second is silver, and silver is what they paint behind glass so a mirror shows something; it has never once shown me, yet Forbes got a picture. Richest in Florida comes with a lanyard and a jury summons, and I have already been struck from one of those. Satiation is stagnation, but silver... silver I can work with.