The ENTJ. It wasn't windy until he forcefully persuaded mother nature to make it windy.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
I don't know those people but if what you say is true than I stand corrected. I never really had those strengths, in the visual sense, and made the wrong assumption. I can take plans to an artistic level though.