@tonybe I read this, the introduction to Peter Mioch’s Daigo series (discussing Gentle Joseki) and thought you’d be interested:
When writing “Gentle Joseki”, I often felt I was running down a summery field full of breathtaking butterflies of all shapes and sizes. Blundering through knee-high grass, tightly holding my net with both hands, I was trying to catch as many of the winged creatures as possible. After every attempt I would find out that I only caught some lesser species, although these had nice colors too.
At times I caught a satisfying quantity, but was unable to describe them in proper language; at other times, I only caught one or two, but I could explain them better, even if I did worry about boring the reader.
Whether or not I caught all this go-wisdom fluttering and flying around my head, I would always, eventually, end up alone again; between truckloads of weeds and just a few flowers. The thing to do was to search the horizon for a “butterfly nest” and kick it a bit to see if any new butterflies would emerge.