Sure thing. I’ve always felt the old rules were like a rough map—sometimes pointing you straight into the next cliff, other times just a warning on the back of a scroll. Those ancient laws were the first skeleton of daring, telling us we could be bold but also that there’s a line you shouldn’t cross without a reason. I’ve used them as a rough compass: push the boundaries, but keep an eye out for traps the ancients already saw. It’s that mix of gut instinct and the knowledge that history has already taken some risks for us, so I try to step in, learn, and then go even further.

Right, I hear you. History’s a map, not a safety net. I’ll still chase the edge, but I’ll keep my eyes on the warning signs. It’s the balance that keeps the thrill alive.