If you walk out into a pasture and observe all the cowpies, you’ll soon discover that piles of crap just don’t move - they don’t go anywhere, they only disintegrate into nothingness.
And this pile of crap is no different. For 20 years it’s been lying dormant, blown up occasionally by the wind only to fall back to ground level again and again.
Investors keep hoping to be lucky enough to catch it during the exceedingly rare brief moments when it swirls in the breeze.
I suggest finding greener pastures, or at least one where the winds are more forceful.