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A sculptor doesn’t create the statue. They remove everything that’s not it. They don’t add.
Prospecting’s the same. It’s your job to add more:
The real art? It’s removing. Chipping away and revealing a problem prospects might not know about that can hurt them. Except your tool isn’t a chisel. It’s a question. Because a good question makes people stop and think, “Hmm, I’m not sure.” Good questions make people see something they hadn’t noticed before. That’s sculpting. Instead of convincing, you’re revealing. Like this: “A lot of SaaS apps end up underutilized or unused. Totally normal with fast growth because different teams grab tools, and not all of them stick. How are you currently catching unused or redundant tools?” Here’s a breakdown of that question:
Sculptors don’t force the statue to appear. If you want to be a better closer, be a better opener. |
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