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If I were to toss a coin, most certainly it would land on one side or the other; its just possible it might land on its edge. But if I were to make it part of a possibility circuit, I'd turn it into a coin of possible falls. A possible coin. And if I toss that, things are different. One of either heads or tails or just maybe edge will come up as before and lies there as strong as ever. That the fact-coin. And surrounding it, in different degrees of solidity and permanency, depending on how likely they were are a scattering of its nighs – its close possibilities, made real. Like ghosts. Some almost as strong as the factual , fading to those that are just barely there. When the clockwork is running, my arm and the sword mine possibilities. For every factual attack there are a thousand possibilities, nigh-sword ghosts, and all of them strike down together. When I switch on the sword, precision is the one thing I cannot afford. The more precise the strike the more constrained potentiality, the more wasted the Possible Sword. I must be an opportunist, not a planner. I must fight from the heart, not the mind.

My favorite hobby is social dancing in an improvised context. I prefer (slightly) following over leading (though I am skilled at both). At any moment, my partner could choose to move us in any direction, though much like the quote states, some ways are more likely than others. It is my job as a follow to be prepared for any of them and be able to perform them. The more that I think that I know what will happen, the less open I am to what may actually happen (and this can have negative consequences ranging from an unsatisfying dance to physical injury).