Once, there existed a man who originated from Fresno. When he was a younger child, during a simpler time when his age was still composed of one digit, his family vacated their house in Fresno, and he moved to a penthouse in a city by the sea. He frequently visited the beach, the beach with the sand that was sandier than the sandiest of sands. Numerous nights, when the sea was as black as the night sky (because the ocean's color derives from the reflection of the sky), his father would allow his son to accompany him during night hours that were reserved for contemplation. You see, his father was raised in this city by the sea, so he had mesmerized the tide, and he was able to predict where the separation between the dry and wet sand would occur. Eventually, they'd find a seat with nothing but their feet placed carefully at the end of the tide's reach.

One night, the father asked the boy, "Do you know how I make a living, son?" The boy enjoyed having a concrete answer to semi-rhetorical questions, so he replied, "Yeah. Mom said you're an aunterprinter," and he did so with a smile of confidence. "Actually, son," the father replied, "The correct pronunciation is 'entrepreneur'. And yes, that's what I am, but that's not the right answer to my question, kiddo." As we know, there is no correct answer to a question of rhetoric, including answers that are correct. So, replying with a question that was not rhetorical, the boy asked, "What do you mean?" The father grinned and scooted slightly closer to the water and said, "Well, kiddo, it's because I made a life out of prioritizing the pinpointing of the cutoff line of a current." The boy lowered his head, and he asked, "Prioritizing?" The father chuckled, but then quickly returned to an innocently serious expression, clarifying, "It means I made sure. I was always as sure as I can possibly be where the tide would roll in And I'd put my feet in. Like this." At this point, the father scooted a bit closer to where the water was coming in. "I'd reap the benefits of the tide of the ocean without cutting it so close that I might be whisked away forever, but..." the father scooted remarkably close to the tide, to the point where his pants became wet with the next onslaught of water. "Sometimes, because the weather changes and unexpected things happen, you'll get your pants wet. But if you're careful, then this is the worst that will happen."

The boy nodded, as though he understood every facet of this elongated analogy that his father was presenting to him, and he replied, "I still don't get it, Dad." Notice he said still, because, at this point, the boy was no longer a boy. He was 14 years of age, and this was the 5th time he had told him. The father replied, "I always say that you'll understand one day, and it might be a day when I can no longer tell you myself." The boy replied, "Yeah. I get it. But why do you keep telling me." The father was initially irritated, but then recalled what it was like when his own father told him the story, except with an alternate perspective. "Because there is a book of business. And this is sort of a parable in that book. Do you know what a parable is, son? It's a story that is fictional, but it functions as a warning call rather than a myth because of the absence of resolution." The son tried his hand at cleverness, and replied, "Alright. Here's a question. What do you do when you do get your pants wet in the water?" The father replied, "You change your pants and you move forward."

As this story travels through the generations, it is sometimes withered, but with withering comes renovation. As you see, this father's clever closing statement was that one is to change his or her pants and then move forward. He forgot to mention that it's important to maintain a sizable pants section in one's wardrobe. So, this fourteen-year-old boy who had just listened to this story for the fourth time initially found great success, but then entered a downward spiral as a result of never being instructed to have pants on backup. He found his way back up, relatively, so he eventually passed the story onto his own son, this time, concluding with, "You change your pants and you move forward. And always ensure that you have more pants." This boy, the grandson of the father described near the beginning of this story, inherited the penthouse, but utilizing the restructured advice, eventually purchased the city. At this point, he owned the city by the sea, and in the pursuit of absolute wealth, there wasn't a single weakness in the infrastructure thereof. He passed the story to his son, who inherited the city that his father purchased. Taking advantage of the parable passed to him, he developed his wealth into purchasing two more cities.

This boy, who built his life around this version of the story, of which one is to ensure that he has pants on backup, was anticipating relenting the story to his own 8-year-old son under a night sky as his father told him and the father before that when the people who inhabited the city by the sea, which he owned, rose against him and took everything back, reducing the man to a man with a nice penthouse, just like his great grandfather. That night, he took his son for a walk, except, he forgot the most important facet of the generational story, and that facet is innocence. Of course, he included that one mustn't situate himself too closely to the edge of the ocean. He included that one must be comfortable with changing a pair of wet pants. He included that one must keep pants on backup. But, this time, he concluded, "And always remember, son. The majority of people will never learn how to predict the tide. You must never let them because that's the only way that you can hope to buy the ocean."

This particular boy used this advice and developed wealth that no previous generation had accomplished with a single lifetime. He bought back the cities, and then, as his father advised, he purchased the ocean. He told his son the same story, which had been tinkered and adjusted to the point of perfection, and the son inherited the ocean. And then, that son became the man who bought the world.