Behind all things lie the Hidden Things.
Beneath the Hidden Things lie our Secret Lives.
Beyond our Secret Lives lies another kind of Mystery altogether, of a different order and magnitude to everything else we can know, or ever will know. If I could describe it, I would not; if it might be described, I would that I could not.
And that is as things are when they are known not, both for what they appear now, yet have never been, and for that night of day in which they wait patiently for what they will become when no one is intentionally watching elsewhere through the looking glass of nobody.
And that’s about the most that needs to be said about that.
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