Observe the moment, adapt yourself, shape the outside. The ol’ timer said to me once, the name of whom I cannot even remember anymore, if he was really ever there. Sane or not, the idea remained in me, and will most likely prevail. And so the guy lives, a part of him. Observe, adapt, shape. You’re not perfect. Not you is not perfect. You are watching and so are them.
A good trade.