Gut feeling in the markets looks like magic. It isn’t. It’s ten, twenty years of obsession compressed into a single silent signal, tens of thousands of instances watched and absorbed and then buried somewhere the conscious mind can’t reach.
Then a setup lines up, and something underneath stirs. No label. No memory you can name. Just a quiet click that says this has happened before. That click gets called instinct, a gift, a sixth sense. It’s none of those. It’s experience earned the slow way, wearing the costume of magic.