The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise. - William Golding

..And then — that personal, that wholly isolated direction at the back of your head, that black place from which you looked out on things so that all of those people, even Toni, out there — how could the creature called Sophy who sat there at the mouth of the tunnel behind her belong to anyone but herself? It was all silly. <..> You could choose to belong to people the way the Goodchilds and Bells and Mrs Hugeson did by being good, by doing what they said was right. Or you could choose what was real and what you knew was real — your own self sitting inside with its own wishes and rules at the mouth of the tunnel.

I got this to say. you are acting like a crowd of kids.

Uno tiene miedo porque la gente siempre tiene miedo.