I wrote this run up already, but the thing is, the wonderful poetry and prose that sparkles inside your head as the rain bounces off it on a long and arduous run with a thunderous soundtrack tends to dissipate into the air and is carried towards the heavens with the steam from the bath water. You may read it, if you so desire, however I believe I missed out all the good bits in an attempt to turn…
Level 2: Intuition.
Somebody runs up to you, and they say, “There’s a fork in the road, do you go left or do you go right?”, and you go, “We go right.”
A Jedi doesn’t need to think, they just know.
Instant. Just like that.
George Clooney snaps his fingers. The protagonist wakes up. Protagonist. It’s not the right word, but it will do for now. If this were Hollywood, he would be the hero, in spite…
Let’s work it shake it rock it.
Bridge over the River Wey