I can't remember the first time I was told you have to learn all the rules before you can know how to break them. Somehow that set up a weird process in my mind. I must learn -- and follow -- all the rules. I must not break the rules until I know all the rules. It seemed safer to simply follow the rules. Breaking them "properly" seemed so confusing and, quite frankly, dangerous. What if I broke the rules wrong? Anyone see the irony here?
So I've been pondering the idea of breaking the rules, burning the rule book, and drawing outside the lines.
Think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?