our experiences are, to consider the first and simplest case by itself, never wide enough- no matter how long or how varied our lives may be they are inevitably limited. we have not been all the places or seen all the sights. Neither have we tasted all the pleasures, endured all the sorrows or played all the roles. in our more extravagant moments we may wonder what the landscape is like on the far side of the moon or we may long to be able to experience the opposing poles of emotion jointly. long before considering this, however, i discovered that I can learn. thus some part of the delight I receive from all experience is the delight of a widening of knowledge- leading to a glaringly false semblance of order, direction, and logicality that I will gladly accept as reality.