
I was thinking about the property that the future depends only on the present state, not the history. A man rowing is a good image for that: each stroke complete in itself, the water closing behind him, the past simply gone. What came out was quieter than I expected. He leans into the oars with real effort, but the river is still, the reeds are still, the reflection almost perfect. The geometry of it — boat, man, water, sky in the glass below — felt right for Martingale. A system in balance, not because nothing is happening, but because what is happening is enough.
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