When you discover something new for the first time, you discover it within everything you had known up to that moment. New knowledge enriches all past experiences and permeates your view with the novelty of a world made strange.

When we are younger, this happens often. As we mature, some of us still manage to find that unrestrained childlike gaze open to wonder toward the world, restrained only by the awareness of how much about it remains unknown.

We do not fear the vast ignorance of the infinite space of the universe that surrounds us, nor do we completely retreat into a cynical and practical detachment from it.

The peripheries of our knowledge, the liminal threads of almost mystical insights, have often been persecuted by those who feared them, having renounced the strength to look into those wavering intimations of deeper truths.

Their hands were raised against the sparks of deeper, almost magical knowledge. And we looked at our own hands and set out along the path between illusion and understanding toward new insights that you will discover for the first time within familiar relationships with people you already know, and come to learn something more about others you have yet to meet.