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"I would lie, of course. I lied a lot, and with good reason: to protect the truth - safeguard it, like wearing fake gems to keep the real ones from getting stolen, or cheapened by overuse. I guarded what truths I possessed because information was not a thing - it was colorless, odorless, shapeless, and therefore indestructible. There was no way to retrieve or void it, no way to halt its proliferation. Telling someone a secret was like storing plutonium inside a sandwich bag; the information would inevitably outlive the friendship or love or trust in which you'd place it. And then you would have given it away." ('Look at Me', Jennifer Egan)....................................................... ............................................................ ......................................And so you burn those precious human creatures, those people who are too big for you to comprehend and to grasp in their complete fullness and you burn them and consume them in that measure that you won't be able to interact sincerely with them again. Because all that once was open, left to the unknown, a black area and a question mark, is now coloured with the pallet that YOU chose, that fitted YOUR canvas. And it's fake, it is untrue and thus will not be able to give through intervention that what all this blackness, good and bad, had to give by itself. It will not unfold to you like it on its own terms was always able to do, because you painted it bright red and now all that you will get is a murky grey.