A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down ... [+]
"You have to interfere.
But every other time,
you simply let it grow,
'cause that's the point of life."
And I scratched my head.
"Yeah, but how then can you know
when best to interfere?"
He smiled, and then he turned away.