The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you?
If my intuition was a person, it would look just like me, only wearing an expression a little cockier and lot more speculative, and clothes that perfectly suited whatever situation we might be in.
At dinner, my intuition would tell me that I was right, of course.
(Sorry for the glib, folks, but this one seems a little nonsensical to me.)