As my time-stiffened fingers copy the words written in my youth I find myself both amused and embarrassed by how brash and full of myself I was then. Could I have truly been so judgmental and self confident? One of the benefits of youth is to be completely oblivious to ones own ignorance and shortcomings. I wonder just how much we would be able to accomplish if we actually knew the truth of things. Would it be more, or would the knowledge paralyze us or convince us to take other courses of action because the necessary risks had so little chance of success?