But I will not take all of the blame for the weirdness. I was asked, after all.
It was nice to be asked. I think that was a big step in the right direction. But it would have been much nicer to have been able to answer without restriction.
The thing is, there are no real secrets left anymore. So, I wonder, why do we pretend that there are?
This pretending fools nobody, and it springs a trap from which it may take a long time to escape.
The sky is blue. Water is wet. Things are what they are.
When did the truth become a bad thing?
Oh, wait. I know when it happened.
The truth became bad at the exact moment that it became irrelevant.