You see, one thing is, I can live with doubt and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong.
Richard Feynman
the already-known is the enemy of literature, its nemesis and true opposite. The self-evident confirms; literature challenges the confirmed.
There is no place, no thing, no person or phenomenon that I cannot obtain as image or information. One might think this adds substance to the world, since one knows more about it, not less, but the opposite is true: it empties the world; it becomes thinner.
“The Reenchanted World”, Karl Ove
Related: I miss the coolness of mystery