Just when I think I know something. I mean when I think I REALLY know something, the Universe brings me a lovely way of opening my world even more. Just when I think I know how something's going to work out or who I'm going to be with or where I'm going to be going or just anything, anything at all, I discover that none of it is true. I come back to the same conclusion: I know nothing. Truly. I know nothing.
A friend of mine in Australia tells me the same thing over and over: it's not what you think. It's never what I think. It never is. I need to stop thinking really.