"World and book, it may be, are hopelessly plural, endlessly disappointing; we stand alone before them, aware of their arbitrariness and impenetrability, knowing that they may be narratives only because of our impudent intervention, and susceptible of interpretation only by our hermeneutic tricks. Hot for secrets, our only conversation may be with guardians who know less and see less than we can; and our sole hope and pleasure is in the perception of a momentary radiance, before the door of disappointment is finally shut on us."
~Frank Kermode, the genesis of secrecy

sorry to disappoint you, but the web page you have accessed is in digital chrysalis.
please visit again soon, when its metamorphaisis is complete
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