Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.