like a boundary testing child, i prod and prod and prod and poke and pinch and pull and push and prod and prod till finally it falls apart, comes undone, unravels, snaps, keels over, crumbles, deflates, breaks, screams, gets up and leaves.
such is curiosity coupled with the fact that the observer influences the observed, that knowing excludes being, and vice versa. To understand a thing, to lay bare it’s inner workings, is to dispel whatever magic or appeal that thing may have.
but at least then you know.
