TO PLAY WAR, one needs soldiers. Recruitment is simple with the tools of persuasion. These tools can be applied in many flavors, from religion to race or gender. Our new infantry has mustered here on this cold, foggy morning to spill blood over the brain’s gentle creases. These forces are fighting for control of a rebel force hidden deep inside you. This force is pagan and primal. The intuition. It’s your gut peeled free from logic. It has no leader to parlay. The only way to control this force is to convince your core it’s broken. As free men, we are the custodian of our intuition.
