Intuition Is the Voice in Your Head That Talks the Loudest

What we mistook for intuition was wishful foraging: gathering fragments of memory, desire, fear, and failure to wrap them around a beautiful vision. When the stars aligned, we called it foresight and cheered our good fortune; when they collided and pierced our pride with flaming shrapnel, we cursed the same heavens. The voice was wrong when it kept repeating what we no longer wanted to hear.