Saturday, April 13, 2013: Too many secrets
I’ve always said that I’d rather know the truth, no matter how ugly it may be. The price of that truth, often, is my silence. I don’t know that I’ve ever possessed so much knowledge as to be considered powerful; either that or I missed the part where the person who dreamt up the axiom tells you how to wield it. But otherwise, from where I sit, it’s like watching a train wreck unfold from a safe distance.