And so the game is held til the players are ready to make a move.
In no field of vision resides the blindspot which hides the move they are about to play, for a moment is a presentation of a choice one was destined to make.
As I reside outside myself in this moment, amidst flux in the realm of divine unspoken, I know I am one with the mission, which is merely a goal to have a goal at all.