Fear...

...would be a good reason to keep quiet, if I were built that way. You would also think it would quell my curiousity, but it does not. I have learned to live with Fear, it has been my companion throughout my whole life, and so I do not hear its warning shout sometimes. Its voice is like a mosquito in my ear. I tend to listen to it only when I shouldn't, perhaps because those are the times when the noise of real danger has receded. I am more comfortable in a room full of wild animals than at a concert or a poetry reading. Maybe I'll figure it out someday. Until then, keep watching, FYE~