the grief-therapy call: not even thinking, trusting the feeling
That magic feeling’s back. I’m not lining up the vectors for the wastebasket or anything. I’m not even thinking. I’m trusting the feeling.
Context
The recovery arc completes the psyche-lesson: the Zone comes back only when Hal stops engineering it. "I'm not lining up the vectors... I'm not even thinking. I'm trusting the feeling." Having lost the streak by narrating it, he regains it by surrendering the calculating mind back to the calibrated body — the exact discipline E.T.A. drills toward, the unconscious groove restored the moment conscious control lets go. Flow can't be willed, only permitted.