“Trust your instincts,” said the master.
“Instincts precede thought. They cannot be conceived by it,” replied the apprentice.
The master nodded. “Yes.”
“So, you’re asking me put my trust in something whose very nature makes it impossible for me to understand?”
“Yes.”
“You’re asking me to surrender, willingly, to an unknown, to the unknown?”
“Yes.”
The apprentice looks the master in the eye, pauses, and says, “Okay.”
Swell & Cut 