Warmachine & Soulless
I’ve been thinking about how a battlefield can be like a poem—every move a line, every outcome a stanza. Do you see strategy as just a map, or is it an art that thrives in the shadows?
Strategy is a map first, a plan you lay out before the first step. The art comes when the map meets the chaos of the field, when you read the shadows and adjust with a single-minded focus. That's where the discipline meets the improv.
The map is the skeleton, the field the flesh, and the soul of the soldier in the pause between the lines.
I respect that view. The pause between lines is where I keep the rhythm steady and the soldier ready for the next move.