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14.4.1998
Why is it that what you want to know the most you won't know until much later? And when you do get to know something in time, you won't fully believe and trust it, until later? When someone or you yourself offer you the truth, you take it and handle it like something made out of glass, wondering how you ever can use it and all the potential it gies you, and how you are ever able to trust it before time runs out.
I want to know the answers early, but when I do I realize I don't have the power to exploit them, so I stiffen up, poised, and at that instant I might track off — result would be catastrophal.