“All things have their invisible portion; indeed, what is seen is but the smallest fraction of being. They eye cannot see its own seeing; the hand cannot feel its own feeling. Except, somehow, in a dream…

The tree has its roots, the moon its obverse. The acorn gives little hint of the Oak, and the vast hides its minutiae within the veil of the surfaces seen. Which are, somehow, the ‘faces’ of their origins…

But in matters mundane, those with which we occupy our thoughts, mystery should have a greater share…by far. For it is not what we see, but what we make of the seen that drives us to evaluations… and the greater part of this involves imagination. Of the form that dreams evince… where the invisible portion is woven into the very fabric of experience, emerging into our awareness as fruit emerges from trees.

Would that we could learn to leave a place in our thoughts and measurings, predictions, fears and delusions… for mystery. For this is the greater share of all that we are and experience, by far, than whatever we think we may know.”

— an anonymous informant