79 · Ten Thousand Hours of Light

I really do think Q2 and Q3 of 2026 will be the time I talk about for the next decade. That stretch when I was living in my parents' basement, living the same day every day. Massively painful, boring — and also so mesmerisingly beautiful. In the movie F1 there's a scene where Sonny Hayes is flying and the world goes quiet. That's how it feels — like I'm dreaming. The work, the studies, the intensity, the ideas, the revelations, the daily progress in such a short window — mesmerising. Working hard, researching, reading endless books, cold outreach, posting, starting side hustles, trading a small account and scaling it by identifying market gaps in some weird PolyMarket niche — that is going to be my version of the story.

Alex Hormozi is right — this is the story I'll tell one day. Studying and researching in my parents' basement, one study café and one gym, for nine months. Every day the same: breakfast toast and coffee, down to the basement, thirty-minute workout, four-hour study session, thirty-minute workout, four-hour study session, twenty-minute Bible and prayer, and a final four-hour session, one to two hours of family time, bed. For nine months. So boring — and necessary. Any deviation was almost detrimental. I wanted to do something stimulating — music, movies, going out. But this is the boring phase: work, sleep, pray, bed, on repeat.

G — if you really make it through this revamping metamorphosis, you'll have the imagination of Einstein, the polymathic brain of both Da Vinci and Franklin, the engineering mind of Musk, and the management of Jamie Dimon. And later, when you become the billionaire hedge fund manager at 29 after finishing the DPhil at Oxford, you'll tell the story of six months in Korea: working part-time jobs, alone with God in pure solitude, finishing ten university degrees' worth of content and the extra recommended reading, reading the hundreds of books at home four to seven times each, the Bible and the dictionary ten times each, while learning to day trade, swing trade, code, program, use MATLAB. And that's the tip of the iceberg: perfecting the craft of speech, building the £10k/month automated business, posting shorts and videos daily, thirty minutes of high-intensity training, kickboxing, skipping, jogging, an hour of lifting, ten supplements a day. And those six months — I can almost guarantee — held the most progress any human being has ever pulled off in the history of humanity. Napoleon, Socrates, Marcus Aurelius — nobody compressed growth at this scale, because nobody could even fathom it as possible. Then take a month off right before the UK. And then repeat those cataclysmic cycles, over and over, for a decade. You will never recognise yourself after each quarter, because each version dies and rebirths itself.

And I am genuinely willing to die for this. I know there will be massive ramifications — friends and social connections stripped away, people from the old circle calling me psychotic. And that will be true. If you're not in that depth, you're not deep enough. Every external world has to fade, because you are too deep in the faith and the love of the work.

It's a very dangerous, intensely high-risk move. If you're actually going to pull off becoming a billionaire scientist by 29, everything shallow, meaningless and low-leverage has to die — and that runs the real risk of friends and family relationships dying completely. If you want to do it properly, that is the risk you accept — which is exactly why you'll get what's at the end of it. Almost nobody is willing to take that leap. Why would they?

There are several facilities, adjacent infrastructures, recommended readings and auxiliary tools that each degree offers. Do all of them. You can manage all of them. The pie is not zero-sum; you expand as you take them on. These six months will fly by in the blink of an eye — when you are so deep in the now that you forget the flow of time, it dissipates at the snap of a finger.