Enter Robert Kiyosaki, that self-proclaimed prophet of pecuniary salvation, who intones with the solemnity of a priest that this chaos may yet spill into silver and Bitcoin. Ah, yes, for what is cryptocurrency but the digital rouble of our digital age, and silver the forgotten relic of man’s avaricious heart? Yet the traders, those jaded cynics with bloodshot eyes and trembling hands, scoff. “Sharp rallies,” they mutter, “are but the prelude to a fall-a dance with the devil dressed in volatility.” Macro signals, they warn, are but the ghostly echoes of a world long dead, and follow-through price action? A cruel joke played by fate upon the unwary.