【June 12, 2026】— I saw two massive “money-printing” events happen on the same day:
Legendary American director Steven Spielberg, now 79 years old, dropped his new alien sci-fi film Disclosure Day.
And Elon Musk’s SpaceX, the rocket company of the world’s richest man, went public on the Nasdaq.
Spielberg was born in 1946.
When he was 31, back in 1977, he released Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I was only 3 years old — no way my parents were taking me to the theater, so I completely missed the big-screen experience.
That movie portrayed aliens as gentle and friendly, which was a huge departure from pretty much everything before it. Up until then, aliens were almost always evil invaders or monsters.
When he was 36, in 1982, he gave us E.T. I was 8 years old, and that was my very first big-screen movie. Seeing a kind alien like that was such a magical experience. I was a skinny little kid with a big head — people even called me “Big Head” — so I felt a ridiculous amount of connection with E.T.
At 59, in 2005, he released War of the Worlds. I’m not even sure if I went for Spielberg or Tom Cruise. I just remember feeling a little disappointed. The little girl’s screaming was intense as hell, though. The story was based on H.G. Wells’ 1898 novel — basically the Shakespeare of sci-fi — but since I hadn’t read the book, I didn’t really get the deeper point. I just watched the visual-effects and the mass panic without it all clicking.
Musk was born in 1971. I’m only three years younger than him, but when it comes to material success, the gap starts at about 800 billion dollars and goes up from there. Still, it’s pretty cool to be alive in the same era and follow his breakthroughs, wild moves, and drama in real time through the news.
SpaceX just went public on the Nasdaq, and damn — this company is the ultimate “trinity”: space rockets, low-Earth orbit satellites (Starlink), and AI (xAI) all rolled into one.
It’s the generational space dream, a money-printing machine, and a giant cash-burning beast all fused together. Absolute peak capitalism — a once-in-an-era masterpiece.
These days, all I can do is buy a movie ticket to support the old master’s new film.
I’m not worthy of buying the world’s richest man’s new dream stock — the cognitive gap between us is measured in light years.


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