I have a love-hate relationship with ambiguity.
I love it for all the brilliant stuff that it makes. For making the world a bunch of different colours and not just black and white. For making simple things complicated and rich. For allowing me to blunder into things and find delightful stuff that other wise I’d have missed. For leaving gaps that begged to be filled.
But on the hand I hate it. For creating confusion. For making blame possible. For stealing decisiveness. And for making things harder than they should be.
In summary my view on ambiguity is a little bit ambiguous.
Influence without logic 