Better to be despised for too anxious reluctance, than be ruined by too confident a security. But I feel, however, my mind is not strong enough to bear the weight of its ignorance and risks questioning itself and being engulfed in doubt. We are like icebergs in the ocean: one-eighth part consciousness and the rest submerged beneath the surface of articulate apprehension. I have a secret held inside me. I want to let it out, it hurts so bad. But I don't know what it is.