Anythingcouldtheoreticallyhappen, anearthquake, ananeurysm, a rejection – whichgivesriseto a non-specificanxietythattrailsaroundusmostofthetime: thesimpledreadattheunknownnessofwhatistocome.
Butthen, ofcourse, only a verylimitedrangeofawfulthingsdoevercometopass, andweforgettheanxietyatonce (or, rather, shiftittothenewpresent).
Weshouldbereadyforthisdisloyaltyinotherpeople, too – atmomentswhentheylookstrangelyworriedat a partywe'velaidon, ordon't seemtobelisteningto a storywe'retellingthem.