With this sort of patronizing look on his face. I know he knows what he's talking about. He says we don't know. I know we don't know. I know I don't know. Yet, he doesn't teach me how it is. He never did. It is one of those things I need to learn for myself. And I know the landing could may as well kill me. We're flying so high here. Where's my parachute? There's a condescenting tone in his eyes. I should have found my parachute long ago. I should have created my parachute long ago. But it's all right, he says. We're still flying. And I don't really want to jump.