Restraint only works in hierarchies. Every doubt is based on vertical relationships, on the assumption that someone is above you. From the moon, there are no vertical relationships. In the morning when we shit we are all the same on one level. Even if a tie is supposed to fix the status later – under the grey suits we are really all the same naked.
Same needs. Same hopes. Same longing. Same fear. Fear can vary, be different in different areas. Just because someone can manage people doesn’t mean he can manage intimate relationships. The grey blazer is a bad space suit for the universe inside.
No one can really see into the other. A pretty exterior is no guarantee of a pretty interior. But there’s one thing everyone has the same inside: everyone is just as scared as you are.