The thought before that was, "What do I have to say?" We never know what we have to say until we say it. We never know what our baby will look like until we conceive and give birth to one. And each time it is different.
It is in doing that something comes to life. Wanting to know what it will be ahead of time is asking for death. Something that is dead is predictable.
So, life is more like surfing. You meet each wave. Hello, wave!
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