Said a sheet of snow-white paper...

Said a sheet of snow-white paper, "Pure was I created, and pure will I remain forever.
I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me."
The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her.
And the multicoloured pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her.
And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste for ever, pure and chaste -- and empty.

That's Khalil Gibran speaking... I've been playing it 'safe' MOST of my life... it's second nature to most of us after a while... I read (as in reed) between Gibran's lines with my prejudices and MY perspectives...

It's weird when other people give words to those inklings in your head... and they've done it even before you existed...

It's frustrating when you realise they've done it better than you could have possibly imagined...