More than a year back I asked Tayana Oniya a question.
The answer came in a week. In the answer there was something. Words were clear and simple in its own way, but there was some inaccessibility. Later, after a while I began to realize the volume of the answer. Everything that was familiar to me dissipated gradually, and there appeared a new vision of a situation.
You can’t say nequivocally: more likely in a year I lost the confidence in my absolute correctness and in belief, that I know everything. And I got more understanding of that there are people who has something what I, probably, shall receive someday (and maybe I shall never receive).
What did I personally get from the answer?
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