Stop

I was reading Salman Rushdie's Shame and came across a passage:

What's the opposite of shame? What's left when sharam is substracted? That's obvious: shamelessness.

And I stood on the train, looking across the blank faces and wondered, what then, is the absence of innocence?

My guess?

Knowledge.

The very thing that expelled Adam and Eve from the Biblical Garden for opening their eyes, looking at Earth in its truthful state and realizing their nakedness. He dropped the apple as he had to find something to wear.

How many a times do we wish that there are things we know not of, truths we later hoped we didn't hear, admitting that not knowing is better than having a full grasp of the in's and out's.

When was it that you last wished you had put up your hand and said, "Please don't tell me anymore, I don't want to know."

"Please. Stop."