If you had a choice to pick a box that would make you money trading, would you pick a

in lands without kings
in lands without rain
there dwelt a great soothe
with his boxes of twain

a black box
a clear box
no boxes but mine
said the soothe
and the truth
it is mine
and remains

no man can know them
but some can divine them
by work of my lash
and by work of my riddle
they speak to the minds
but they matter most little

for tis I that control them
tis I that will hold them
tis I that decide them
and so it remains

at last came the time
shall the boxes revealed
forthwith and begaze them
but silence prevails
as no gazes were gazing
no awe was inspired
the soothe now a King
was alone in the spire

no kindred, no kindness
no subjects of fine
no fondness of word
nor fondness of mind

sadness beguiles Kings
great and Kings small
but the saddest is King
with no kingdom at all

 

Here's a box.






To me it's transparent because its basic and indicator based and the trades appear automatically on price when the end of a bar is there.

I believe its a BLACK BOX to all those who cannot explain it in this forum.

No one wants a BLACK box like they see above because they have difficulties in their minds about making all that money every day.


Here is a poem about the BLACK BOX you guys see that is a transparent box I see. It is in i am tic mon ey mak er (otherwise known as blank check if you have the box).

The poem:

How much does 1 contract make?

10 contracts?

20 contracts?

30 contracts?

40 contracts?

fifty is nifty.

Its called cash cow.

 

You claim that you use no price in your chart,
But is truth really Truth, or is truth simply art?
MACD and stochastic, derive them from price,
Derivative once, or derivative twice.
Yet what lies beneath remains what it was
Where the need's still the need, and the cause still the cause.

 

Your rhyme is divine, and falls from the vine

But others not sway, as easy the way

To write in such prose, one needs to see toes

So kick off the shoe, and listen to few

The frame you may say, what’s in it today?

The colours you see, quite righty they be

But as already in ink, you must look at the link

And from it may seem, that it came from a dream

I know this sounds tough, but little enough

For this way when you find, it will stay in the mind

 

Oh looke me, it’s the sprat I do see

He comes with a show, that everyone know

Just look at the arrow, it show you no sorrow

If not right today, then maybe some day

To a few it is clear, that this is but cheer

No substance it seem; from it naught will you gleam

But look as it be, nice colours you see

With arrows that show, when bars they do go

This is but more, of a similar core

What comes to the fore, maybe Vector or more

But after the time, in recent chime

It is now in your eye, that PIGS can indeed fly

 

We will in due time, sweeten the chime

For now you must see, that all it not be

Beware what you read, for most it is greed

And one thing for sure, it can some foolish allure

Think of the Mad, and those he made glad

Ask them now what they see, from the charts that did glee

For was he not the oaf, with their money made off:eek:

So wary one be, of sprats in the sea

Who claim to know more, than those on the shore!

Always look to the deep, as there are no sheep

It is few that do know, can warm you in snow

So patience must see, as this is one key

Forget the big boys, for they are but toys

If one had such tool, do you think one be fool

To show it to all, and puncture they ball

I will in due time, reply to your rhyme

About stops and the like, and why they can spike

But what you can do, is loosen your shoe

And start to think where, a bull is a bear

 

WS sings song, that will follow along

It is nice to see, that a riddle did he

He mentions the Roth, the one paints the cloth

But that is not what, NY meant to soth

Another well known, pHd has he shown

Did write and did seem, that it was a dream

Within the short text, is one of the best

But to read it and see, you must not be thee

So keep on the good hat, think this and think that

Read Frost if you will, but not too much still

For he and his like, don’t peddle the bike

 

I live in a land, that has no demand

As such I can see, what others do glee

To think that my word, is so absurd

Is to think that a cat, will not eat a rat


The box is indeed, a rare of a breed

Not many will see, no matter what be

But for those who do try, they may reach the sky

If they move from behind, it’s because of the mind



I am glad that you see, the riddle dee dee

To share what you know, for others to show

The do and the don’t, the can and the can’t

We continue to show, then stop will the rant



The Kingdom you see, is not what it be

Many look to the Sky, but do not see “I”

For many gone by, poor folks have been shy

To open the mouth, lest head it come out

But today is not like, the times of the strife

For now it is clear, that “I” is so near

Those who look in, and those who look out

One day will let out, a massive big shout

"I see now that “I”, am the one in the Sky"

Why now it is clear, as night and day near

But why only now, for many the brow

And just so it be, that Mr M he did see,

He did write to the Queen, and she was obscene

His words they did fall, and future now call

So when you read stuff, look into the muff

For waiting in size, might be one big surprise

 

Time I have taken

From my slumber to waken


And I figure your points

About charts with sharp joints


For when the move is made right

The masses be fright


But when the right move is made

Then I will be paid


To minimise risk

I must seek the first disc


Or maybe not

Sometimes X marks the spot


To keep out of trouble

The boxes be doubled


For now options are open

And interests are spoken






But questions do come

About joining the fun


To stop from just sinking

Where next I be thinking?

 

What has gone by, is but pie in the sky

To think that one can, is to follow the fan

What one MUST see, is not what it be

All we can sleuth, is show you the truth


I know it is bad, and drives people mad

Believe me I say, that this is the way

Just think for a while, and I bet you will smile

For trading you see, is a joke, really

We will now drive on, continue the song

But sorry to say, there is no easy way

For those who will ask, right questions to task

They then will sure feel, that box is sure real