Sometimes the only way is the forensic way. Where every fact has more weight than all the opinions and all the bluster and all the explanations.
When the only colours that matter are black and white.
And the only route to finding out starts at the top and follows the path all the way down – where every fact is exposed, every definition laid bare, every detail picked out in sharp relief.
Only when you know what you’re dealing with, can you start to climb your way out.
This is one of those times with no short cuts. All the way down. All the way up. Hard. Graft.
If you’re not the commander of details, who will do the job?
Someone you trust, someone who understands, someone who cares.
Skippy Strategy: When it really matters, it could be you, but it has to be someone.
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