Driftveil & Gospodin
I was pondering lately how much of a good plan is just a carefully gathered set of facts versus an intuition that has been honed in silence. In your world, where quiet observation reigns, do you see strategy as a kind of art that thrives on solitude, or is it still grounded in tangible evidence?
A plan is like a quiet pond, reflecting facts as ripples, but the depth is felt only when you sit in stillness and listen to the wind. In solitude, intuition learns the language of those ripples, turning evidence into a melody. So strategy is both— the evidence builds the foundation, but the true art comes when the mind sits beside it, letting insight flow.
Sounds good, but remember the pond’s surface can still hide a rock. Keep your feet on the ground even when you’re listening to the wind.