Men set out on their way in express trains, but they do not know what they are looking for.
Then they rush about, and get excited, and turn round and round...
It is not worth the trouble... But the eyes are blind.
One must look with the heart..
Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There's nothing magical in them at all. Magic is only what books mean, what books say. How they stitch the patterns of the universetogether into one garment for us.