That I cannot answer everyone's questions, that I do not posses a great, worldly archive of knowledge. It is most frightening that I cannot know what comes next. The uncertainty of life paralyzes me when I most want to break and run. There is only one way to escape my racing, over functioning brain.... but then I'll never ever learn more. I'll never be able to share again. But if I can never know everything, if I cannot share all that there is to know, what is the point of my being? I don't want to be psychic, I just want to be able to respond...!