This is the problem of all great revelations: their significance so often exceeds the frame of our comprehension. We understand only after, always after. Not simply when it is too late, but precisely because it is too late.

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.