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I've always been inquisitive, love putting the pieces together and figuring things out. But sometimes, its just not worth asking or wondering why. 'Why' can turn your life upside down, drive a wedge between what you thought you knew and what you know you don't. That tiniest of spaces is enough; enough to let the insiduous current through, until you're drowning in unknowns. Nothing to hold onto, and all for one short question. Better to be dry and safe and naive?