“I once had no fears, none at all
And then when I had some
To my surprise, I grew to like both
Scared or brave without them

The thrill of fear
Thought I’d never admit it
The thrill of fear
Now greatly enjoyed with courage

When I once was untouchable
Innocence roared, still amazes
When I once was innocent
It’s still here but in different places”
(Björk Guðmundsdóttir)