"People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it."

That's what Marco said.  I don't know if it's always a bright line, though.  And I don't know if seeing the truth is always beautiful.  It doesn't really matter if it's "perfect" or not.

Sometimes, in some moments of clarity, I feel like I can see the "truth".  I don't know, though, if it really is, or if I'm just narrowing down my point of view until I can only see clearly what I wanted to see all along.  Maybe I'm just deluding myself into a state of narrow-mindedness.

But maybe it is like Marco said.  Putting aside what you think should be right, putting aside what anybody thinks should be right.  And just seeing things for what they are.  Motive.  Means.  Beginning.  End.

Haha, I wonder if this is what is meant by the idea of introverted intuition.  Ah, but perhaps it is closer to extraverted thinking.

Either way, I wonder sometimes, about it.  Since we are on the subject of MBTI cognitive functions, maybe it is a matter of my extraverted feeling shutting down, and letting everything else take over.

That need to be on the same page as others.  The need to see things from other people's perspectives.  ...Maybe, sometimes, ignoring those things is necessary in order to see the bright clear line.  It doesn't mean that we need to follow that line.  Just, sometimes, that it can be good to see it.

And.  At the same time.  That extraverted feeling (or whatever else you want to call it) can come back.  Should come back.  Because love is necessary.  Love is essential.  We must love in order to forgive others, as we must love to forgive ourselves.  To understand others for their flaws, as we understand us for our own.

We must find the strength to protect our own softness.  And even while we are guarding our own hearts with our shouldered shields, we must at the same time shoot back not arrows, but flowers.

Sometimes when the bright, clear line runs us through in our hearts, we must realize it is only because we happened to be standing in just the most unfortunate spot, in the middle of the path between A and B.  And if we were only to step aside by two feet, we would see that the barbed arrow that we thought was pointed at our heart was was never meant for us at all.  It is so much easier to see, when you are not in the middle of the path.  It is so much easier to see, when you have not felt like you have been struck down.  It is so much easier to see, when you are able to forgive.