He's a nice and good man, nice intentions, good preparation, excelent knowledge... great capacity... The right man for the job. I mean it when I say it. The right man for the job. But he never looks you in the eyes... treats you like a child, plays child psycological games... doesn't walk straight in the confidence line, the game is always foggy... Sometimes seems to not understand the big picture (what I know he understands). What is beeing advocated for most may not fit to some. For some reason the harmonics don't work here. I don't get my satisfation like others, what can be motivation for some is insatisfaction for me. When I have to give what I have to give I'll give it. I don't need a master plan or a master chef or a master something to tell me what I am, how should behave, What I should do, with who I should do it. Sorry! I recognize that work's for most but for me... just annoys me. And the risk are high here. I'm always ready to help but for some reason (And I have a glimpse of what reason it is) the produtivity with good/high degree of quality frightens the europeans (like someone said) while the americans are the opposite, they are always waiting for what is different
I like geopolitics, I like to study geostrategy, I like to "discover" signs and connect the dots, I like to build the present in face of the challenges of the possible futures. What is being done now is containement, management of the vaccum, but I also get the big picture: To have a future man must play by the rules and the rules are being taught to the infants and naifs who haven't achieved the maturity status for independence and liabillity of the all. Well... The future is what it has to be. And this is something anoying to write because with these exercises I can pratise my english witch can be of usefull help for the future.
Now for real. Nice training today. I've enjoy it. Really. And the training is being well conducted. And we the mighty (:-) people of god must mingle with the commons so we stay attached to the ground and do not dream in flying high. Icarus tryed and burned the the wax feathers his father gave him to escape Crete. I hope not to burn my wax feathers.
