A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
As desire recedes, the world becomes clear, pale, and empty.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Sophistication knows the score, but is powerless to change it.
Explanations comfort us by giving the impression that there is an order in things.
Many have attempted unnatural acts, but Nature has always shown the way.