What madness it is to assume something horrible awaits every step taken in the right direction. True, the dirt road lies ahead on the next turn and it is somewhat unavoidable. There are no tricks left and then and there our confessions will have to embody some form of strange truth dark and horrid but nonetheless acceptable. What if we choose to be blindfolded? Will that help in revealing a life larger than what our open minds and fragile hands can conceive?

Stop now. You seem to be confusing me with someone else.