nobody really knew anything.

people lived, they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests, so much seemed challenge or to promise and so many sights to stir our longing: an evening star, a blue harebell, a lake half-covered in green reeds, the eyes of beasts and human eyes and always it was as though something would happen, something never seen and yet sighed for, as though a veil would be pulled back off the world till the feeling passed and there had been nothing.

-Herman Hesse 

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