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Dec. 11th, 2002 08:54 pmOne can plan.
The chess master is 12 moves ahead at any given point in the game. Contingencies vs. contingencies, sketched penciled backups to plans B, C, D, and E. The web of possibility is spread out before me and each node has its own Post-It (TM) note, with headings of success, failure, and postponement. I can see it all.
And I have no idea which way it will go.
Sometimes...it's just out of one's hands. Letting Fate make the next move is like jumping out of a 300 foot crane with a rubber band attached to one's ankles. I've done that before and lived. At this point, each future possibility has its own pros and cons, I've planned as well as I can, and I have to let go and wait for the next move.
The chess master is 12 moves ahead at any given point in the game. Contingencies vs. contingencies, sketched penciled backups to plans B, C, D, and E. The web of possibility is spread out before me and each node has its own Post-It (TM) note, with headings of success, failure, and postponement. I can see it all.
And I have no idea which way it will go.
Sometimes...it's just out of one's hands. Letting Fate make the next move is like jumping out of a 300 foot crane with a rubber band attached to one's ankles. I've done that before and lived. At this point, each future possibility has its own pros and cons, I've planned as well as I can, and I have to let go and wait for the next move.
