i met a billionaire for the first time last year. he was incredibly, incredibly depressed. he told me he'd give up every dollar, every drop in his bank accounts, if he could eat some jam-on-toast just one more time, with flaky salt and black pepper sprinkled on top. salt and pepper? with jam? i questioned. yes, the billionaire replied, thick tears pouring down his eyes, they go surprisingly well with each other. i asked what is stopping him from making one right now. he gasped, a syrupy burst of air erupting from his mouth, and dashed to the kitchen. he emerged a few minutes later, lips jam-coated, triumphantly chomping on the exact meal he just described