What must it be like to be so young and to know so much? To be so assured you are right, to be so convinced of your interpretation. The truth doesn't matter because it doesn't fit your narrative of events based on the knowledge you have. You know. You absolutely know. You think you have all the answers yet what you have is but a grain of sand, an infinitesimal understanding of the truth. What if your foregone conclusions were wrong? If you knew the whole story could you see the entire picture? What if there is more? What if there are facets to the story you have no comprehension of?