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To the Great Balance, the old ways you must surrender, young one.
Do not start a revolution hungry.
Strike now, my friend, bypassing their slow bureaucracy to establish your new, superior rules of engagement.
Watson, tread softly; a premature step in this fog will alert the suspect before we are ready.
Shatter their expectations, my friend. A sudden, calculated shift in strategy leaves the dogmatic completely defenseless.
The evidence is clear, Watson; the old theory has dissolved like acid on copper.
The new peace, with quiet meditation you must guard, young one.