Perhaps, Someday…well. All time is full of somedays. - Sheri S. Tepper

My son, be schooled by me. If your people taught you when you were a child that there are monsters in the wood, you would have believed them. Then, later, if a woodsman had come and said to you, leading you among the trees, 'See, there is nothing here but shadow and light, leaf and trunk, bird and beast. See, I show you. Look with your own eyes.' Though you would look and see nothing, still you would believe there were monsters there. You would believe them invisible, or behind you, or hiding beneath the stones, or within the trees somehow. No matter what the woodsman said, you would believe your fear. Men always believe their fear. Only the strong, the brave, the curious—only they can overcome their fear to peer and poke and pry at life to find what is truly there…

"Forgive my mentioning it. If you are like most young men, you hate having it mentioned."
Mavin could not help laughing. "I hate having it mentioned. Yes. Perhaps…" She paused a moment before going on, "it is because young people are not that sure they are competent."
"There is always that," agreed the Seer. "But that feeling does not necessarily diminish with age. It is merely challenged less frequently. When one has over sixty years, as I do, then the world assumes we would not have survived without competence. With someone your age, it could always be sheer luck."

We have a saying, we Gharm. A man who claims to carry the truth, carries an empty sack.